We went to the doctor this week for her 1 month check-up. We decided to go ahead and start the Hepititis B shots this time. It scared her -- and me! I was across the room, ready to hold her hand, and the nurse just stabbed her! I couldn't believe it -- my pooooooor baby!! She bounced back OK. She was scared more than anything, I think.
Her stats: 10 lbs. 12.5 oz, 22"
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
1 month
Lillian,
One month ago (yes, this is a few days late), you entered my world. Nothing could have prepared me for the amount of love I immediately felt for you when the doctor put you on my belly. You were awake instantly and looked right at me. Although I was groggy and pretty exhausted, I remember that. I remember your eyes looking up at me. Scientifically, I know that you probably could not focus on my face, but it was still like you knew that it was me.
You have changed my world completely. You make me smile and laugh at things that I never thought funny before. Things I once thought unimportant are now at the front of my attention. I so enjoy picking out outfits for you, bows and flowers for your hair, and, just today, you fit into shoes!
I am so excited to see you grow up and to help you become the woman of God that I hope you will one day become. I hope that I can work on myself before you can repeat what I say and have the attitude I sometimes have. Sitting with you in church today, which was your first Sunday that you were awake during service, I thought to myself, "This is the life. I have the best baby in the entire world. I want to do the right thing in raising her." You make me want to better myself in so many ways. I can't thank you enough for being the motivation for my spiritual, emotional, and physical changes.
You are growing up so fast. You wore the outfit you came home in the hospital in for the last time today. Daddy and I couldn't button the top button on the back that goes around your neck! We took you to church like that anyway because I had to have you wear it one last time. I had to see a glimpse of that baby I brought home one last time. I had to pretend, just for a church service, that I had a newborn baby one last time.
I look over and see you sleeping in your highchair now and have tears in my eyes. You are so beautiful. I know you love me so much (even if right now it is because I'm the one who feeds you -- I'll take that!). Know that I love you, too, baby.
Love,
Mommy
One month ago (yes, this is a few days late), you entered my world. Nothing could have prepared me for the amount of love I immediately felt for you when the doctor put you on my belly. You were awake instantly and looked right at me. Although I was groggy and pretty exhausted, I remember that. I remember your eyes looking up at me. Scientifically, I know that you probably could not focus on my face, but it was still like you knew that it was me.
You have changed my world completely. You make me smile and laugh at things that I never thought funny before. Things I once thought unimportant are now at the front of my attention. I so enjoy picking out outfits for you, bows and flowers for your hair, and, just today, you fit into shoes!
I am so excited to see you grow up and to help you become the woman of God that I hope you will one day become. I hope that I can work on myself before you can repeat what I say and have the attitude I sometimes have. Sitting with you in church today, which was your first Sunday that you were awake during service, I thought to myself, "This is the life. I have the best baby in the entire world. I want to do the right thing in raising her." You make me want to better myself in so many ways. I can't thank you enough for being the motivation for my spiritual, emotional, and physical changes.
You are growing up so fast. You wore the outfit you came home in the hospital in for the last time today. Daddy and I couldn't button the top button on the back that goes around your neck! We took you to church like that anyway because I had to have you wear it one last time. I had to see a glimpse of that baby I brought home one last time. I had to pretend, just for a church service, that I had a newborn baby one last time.
I look over and see you sleeping in your highchair now and have tears in my eyes. You are so beautiful. I know you love me so much (even if right now it is because I'm the one who feeds you -- I'll take that!). Know that I love you, too, baby.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, August 14, 2010
She's here!!
Our little Lillian Rae arrived at 9:47 PM on July 23. She was 20 1/2 inches and 8 lbs. even. She is soooo adorable. I can't believe I'm a mom and Brandon is a dad. I can't believe we are blessed enough to have this extra person to care for and love.
We've been very busy these past 3 weeks. She's an important girl around here! She ALWAYS has visitors or plans. So, this is the first chance I've been awake enough while she's on Daddy's lap to type this out... and I'm not sure how much I'll be able to get done.
On Thursday, the 22nd, I went out to lunch with my niece and sister-in-law. We went to visit Brandon's mom and Brandon at work, then chilled back at their house. While holding niecy, I told her to send Lil vibes to come soon. That night, I went home and had Brandon help me clean the house. I did cobwebs, floors on my hands and knees, dusting, bathrooms, and the entire upstairs. I thought to myself, "Is this the true burst of energy or am I just forcing myself to have one in the hopes it will do the trick?"
Either way,that night at 4:30 AM, my water broke in bed. I woke Brandon up, told him my water broke, and laughed at him as he asked me, "Are you sure you didn't wet yourself?" (Yes, it's happened before ... but only while pregnant) I assured him I was not wetting myself. As he was waving his arms in the air trying to find the pull string for the light, I got out of bed and realized that only made the gushing worse. I rushed to the bathroom... at least to the tile.
We decided to call the hospital and see what to do since I wasn't having any contractions. The man on the phone said that he would recommend coming as soon as possible. So, we then called my and Brandon's mom. I got in the shower while Brandon took care of the dogs. He showered while I did last minute packing. Mom and my sister arrived and led the way to the hospital. Yes, they arrived before we did. Mom was anxious.
So, we got checked in. The nurse tested me to make sure it was really my water that broke. It was. Obviously. I was so worried I wouldn't know if my water broke... I was SO wrong.
I was only dialated to 1.5 cm when we arrived. In a couple of hours, I looked at Brandon and said I was pretty sure I'd have to have an epidural. I really wanted to do it naturally, but c'mon. That was insane pain! I have to give props to moms who can handle that with no medication!! The nurse checked me a couple times and was really sympathetic to my pain. She had everything ready for the guy when I was at 3 cm so I could have the meds right away. It. Was. AMAZING. The pain didn't go totally away, but it was at least bearable.
However -- the worse part was actually getting the epidural. I bawled like a baby. It was horrible. I was leaning on Brandon and thinking, "What the crap did I get myself into?" And the sweet nurse was wipping my tears saying, "Hun, don't cry. It makes your back shake." Really?!? I guess it was the local anesthesia that hurts so bad.
Anyway, I felt better. So, then I was able to sleep a little (and I don't know how true it is, but apparently I was humming Victory in Jesus in my sleep. All I know is that Mom woke me up and said, "What are you dreaming about?" I said, "Jesus and Dustin." Dustin is my sister's fiance. In my dream, we were at my old church, where I went as a kid, singing that song, and I was sitting my Dustin. ...... I don't know.)
I don't remember much else other than being really hungry and people coming to visit me. A while later, I was in real pain. I wanted more meds, and he gave me a little, but said he couldn't do as much as the first time so that I could still feel to push. It was the most intense pressure I've ever felt. The contractions weren't as bad as resisting the urge to push. Finally, the nurse said I was good to go. I pushed for about an hour and a half and she was here! The cord was wrapped around her neck, but the doctor was super quick, Brandon said, and I actually didn't even know that happened until the next day when he told me about it. She was perfect. I did have to have some time put into cleaning me up afterwards, so Brandon brought her over to me and I got to hold her for a few minutes. I wanted him to have time with her, too.
It was late enough that our visitors weren't able to stay too much longer after her birth, so I was able to spend one-on-one time with her soon after. I can honestly say that I've never felt that amount of love all at one time ever before.
We've been very busy these past 3 weeks. She's an important girl around here! She ALWAYS has visitors or plans. So, this is the first chance I've been awake enough while she's on Daddy's lap to type this out... and I'm not sure how much I'll be able to get done.
On Thursday, the 22nd, I went out to lunch with my niece and sister-in-law. We went to visit Brandon's mom and Brandon at work, then chilled back at their house. While holding niecy, I told her to send Lil vibes to come soon. That night, I went home and had Brandon help me clean the house. I did cobwebs, floors on my hands and knees, dusting, bathrooms, and the entire upstairs. I thought to myself, "Is this the true burst of energy or am I just forcing myself to have one in the hopes it will do the trick?"
Either way,that night at 4:30 AM, my water broke in bed. I woke Brandon up, told him my water broke, and laughed at him as he asked me, "Are you sure you didn't wet yourself?" (Yes, it's happened before ... but only while pregnant) I assured him I was not wetting myself. As he was waving his arms in the air trying to find the pull string for the light, I got out of bed and realized that only made the gushing worse. I rushed to the bathroom... at least to the tile.
We decided to call the hospital and see what to do since I wasn't having any contractions. The man on the phone said that he would recommend coming as soon as possible. So, we then called my and Brandon's mom. I got in the shower while Brandon took care of the dogs. He showered while I did last minute packing. Mom and my sister arrived and led the way to the hospital. Yes, they arrived before we did. Mom was anxious.
So, we got checked in. The nurse tested me to make sure it was really my water that broke. It was. Obviously. I was so worried I wouldn't know if my water broke... I was SO wrong.
I was only dialated to 1.5 cm when we arrived. In a couple of hours, I looked at Brandon and said I was pretty sure I'd have to have an epidural. I really wanted to do it naturally, but c'mon. That was insane pain! I have to give props to moms who can handle that with no medication!! The nurse checked me a couple times and was really sympathetic to my pain. She had everything ready for the guy when I was at 3 cm so I could have the meds right away. It. Was. AMAZING. The pain didn't go totally away, but it was at least bearable.
However -- the worse part was actually getting the epidural. I bawled like a baby. It was horrible. I was leaning on Brandon and thinking, "What the crap did I get myself into?" And the sweet nurse was wipping my tears saying, "Hun, don't cry. It makes your back shake." Really?!? I guess it was the local anesthesia that hurts so bad.
Anyway, I felt better. So, then I was able to sleep a little (and I don't know how true it is, but apparently I was humming Victory in Jesus in my sleep. All I know is that Mom woke me up and said, "What are you dreaming about?" I said, "Jesus and Dustin." Dustin is my sister's fiance. In my dream, we were at my old church, where I went as a kid, singing that song, and I was sitting my Dustin. ...... I don't know.)
I don't remember much else other than being really hungry and people coming to visit me. A while later, I was in real pain. I wanted more meds, and he gave me a little, but said he couldn't do as much as the first time so that I could still feel to push. It was the most intense pressure I've ever felt. The contractions weren't as bad as resisting the urge to push. Finally, the nurse said I was good to go. I pushed for about an hour and a half and she was here! The cord was wrapped around her neck, but the doctor was super quick, Brandon said, and I actually didn't even know that happened until the next day when he told me about it. She was perfect. I did have to have some time put into cleaning me up afterwards, so Brandon brought her over to me and I got to hold her for a few minutes. I wanted him to have time with her, too.
It was late enough that our visitors weren't able to stay too much longer after her birth, so I was able to spend one-on-one time with her soon after. I can honestly say that I've never felt that amount of love all at one time ever before.
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