Some very good friends of mine just had a baby. She was less than 24 hours old when we got to see her, to hold her. She's small. fingers not much bigger than toothpicks (well, a little hyperbole here). She was actually a big baby (7lbs, 14oz, don't throw that one back!), but they are still small.
Mother and baby and even father are all doing fine. Scared, but fine.
My dad once said that baby's are God's sign that life should go on. Something like that. He was right.
Congratulations to the new family and welcome to the world...