Just a few more pictures of her first week. Things are off to a good start. Naturally there are adjustments to be made, some tense moments, and a little fatigue… but over all I couldn’t be more pleased.
The boys are doting on her. They shower her with toys and kisses and even the occasional goldfish cracker or pretzel. My youngest son (who is a notorious momma’s boy) is handling his new position as big brother, remarkably well. Not that there hasn’t been extra tears and a few melt-downs, but I try to make sure I give him a little extra praise and a little extra attention now and then.
It is amazing the difference a week makes!
Born March 23,2009 ~ 7 lb. 9 oz. ~ 19 3/4 in. long
We are so thankful to have our little girl at home with us!
I am still very pregnant. She officially has one more day to vacate and still be on good terms with the landlord! We were getting ready for a trip to the hospital several times this weekend, only to have the contractions stop.
The boys and I are just home this morning and I am surprisingly content to just be at home with them. We won’t have very many more days like this one.
On Tuesday we did make a trip to Memorial Hospital, only it was to the ER to put stitches in my oldest son’s upper lip. The boys were playing happily on the back porch and I had just walked up to the screen door to check on them. As I look out, I see my son open our outdoor cabinet doors and lean back with all his weight. I see the whole thing tip over on top of him as I’m rushing to get to him. I pull him out of the rubble and see that his upper lip is split wide open.
Three hours, three stitches, and one milk shake later we are back at home showing off the stitches to Dad.
The stitches were supposed to come out 5 days after they were put in, which would require a Sunday trip back to the ER to get them taken out. After consulting our family doctor we decided to go with the home-removal route.
That’s all the news from our house. Hopefully the next time I post I will be introducing everyone to my daughter!
At this moment I don’t really know how to articulate my feelings without sounding like a tired cliche. So I will try to be brief and simple…
I love my life. It isn’t perfect but it is mine by my own choosing, and God has been very good. When I walk down the lane with green grass under my feet and blossoms over my head; watching my sons running ahead of me… I can think of no other life I would like to live.
I cannot take credit for any of these pictures, my husband was the official photographer this weekend.