Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Happy One Month Birthday!

I can't believe it has been a month since Emily has arrived. Here are a few pictures. This first one is her being adorable in her hooded towel.

This isn't the best picture, but I love the way she sleeps with her arms up like that.

This picture was taken today, and it is the picture I've taken that looks the most like her. It just shows her nature.

Nothing terribly exciting happens in this video, but if you want to see her sneeze and move, there you have it. Oh, and ignore the fact it is sideways - I didn't realize I had no way to rotate the video when I took it.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Random Crap

Hi. How's it going? I'm still here, I'm hanging in there. I think it would be good for me to talk about non-baby related things, so I'm just going to ramble for awhile. Sorry it will be boring, but think of it as a stream-of-consciousness exercise or something.

I have no idea what happened with the Israel/Palestine situation. I have no idea what is going on with economic stimulus package. My mom told me a plane flying from Newark crashed, but I don't know much more than that. I'm sure things are still happening in the outside world, but I'm clueless. Anything I should know?

So we went to see the pediatrician about Emily's vomiting. That girl can shoot puke, let me tell you. But she's still gaining weight like a pro, so they said to try adjusting my diet. So for the next two weeks, I'm supposed to lay off the dairy and beans. And spicy foods. I'm having a very, very hard time thinking of meals I eat that don't involve cheese, beans, or spicy stuff. So far I've come up with tuna sandwiches, peanut butter sandwiches, spaghetti without the parmesan, ramen noodles, and toning down the spices on a stirfry I make. Apparently I dump cheese on everything I make. I'm in so much trouble. Any ideas on what on earth I can eat?

I've managed to watch some of The Office. I love that show. Watching Lost hasn't happened since before the baby came. I don't think it is going to happen. Someone will have to tell me how the series ends or something.

My mom and I started reading the same book while she was out here, and she just checked out another one I read recently, and I'm really excited to talk about them, and share book recommendations with each other. I'm such a book nerd. I'm proud of myself for getting a fiction book read since Emily has come. It makes me feel a little more like myself.

My sink is a disaster. I haven't washed a dish since Wednesday. Please don't look at it.

Emily's hungry, so here I go!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

My Baby

After all the months of wondering what my daughter will be like, it is amazing to have her here and start to see her personality develop.

Emily is a very, very good natured baby. She really is a gentle thing that likes calm. She isn't even a big crier - she just cries long enough to make her need known, and then settles herself right down. Sometimes that takes a long time when mommy doesn't realize she's crying because she has diaper rash, but still, you get the idea. Her hungry cries even stop once I move her to our glider and start getting the pillows situated.

Emily makes this adorable contented giggly noise after feeding that reminds me of a lamb or a goat or something like that. I smile every time I hear it.

Emily spits up copiously, but is gaining weight like a champ, so we'll call it good.

Emily likes to look at pictures. Her favorites seem to be penguins and Wilford Woodruff. Yes, I said Wilford Woodruff. The RS manual just happened to be near where I was sitting when I was looking for black and white pictures, and she'll look at him for a long time. She doesn't care for Rembrandt, but maybe she'll develop an appreciation for art when she gets older.

Emily hates bilirubin tests. Oh, how she hates them. She also hates diaper rash.

Emily loves having her own room and her bassinet. No screaming because she's alone in there for this baby. At least so far.

Emily tolerates baths. She doesn't fight them or scream, but she just kinds sits there with a resigned look on her face until we take her out. But at least she looks adorable in her hooded towel, right?

Emily loves to be sung to, and prefers gentle music. She tolerates perky kid songs, but seems to thrive on softly sung hymns. She also loves to be talked to.

Emily likes to take it slow, and will do things on her own time. She refused to breastfeed for about the first week, and then one day just decided she wanted to give it a go; she latched perfectly, and has been doing it ever since. I also used to try to rush through burping and lay her down so I could hop back into bed, but I've learned that I need to slow down, and she'll work things out when she's ready.

Emily is completely loved by her parents and grandparents, and makes us all very happy.

Monday, February 2, 2009


I know I've been slacking on writing, but that has probably worked out to your benefit because I've had a hard time talking about anything but milk the past few days. Breastfeeding has been quite the adventure. My family have been so good to me to put up with it and even act interested when I bring up pumping for the tenth time in a half hour period.
I mentioned in an earlier post that television had lied to me. This seems to be happening more and more frequently. I think the biggest way television lied to me was that I expected delivery to be an awful, painful, traumatic experience. My head was full of women screaming at their husbands, the nurses, and everyone within earshot. I think the difference is these women didn't have epidurals. Mmm, I loved my epidural. I felt no pain, and delivery was actually fun. I'm not kidding - I even giggled on several occasions. I also only had to push for half an hour, so that probably had something to do with it. I was just so excited that she was coming, and I could meet her & get to know her. I felt no pain, and I was just giddy that I'd finally get to see this little person I'd been bonding with in my belly for several months.
I've been reading childcare books voraciously the past few months, and I thought I had a vague idea of what to expect. It is amazing how many issues have arisen where books will go on for 10 pages about dealing with the opposite problem, and nothing on my concern. But for what it is worth, here are some milk-free things I didn't expect.
I didn't expect to faint after getting out of the bed after delivery. That was an adventure.
Of course I know that I am loved by my friends and family, but I didn't expect to feel so loved by them during this process. People have really just rallied around me, and I'm blown away by everyone's service and generosity. I've also been impressed with their ability to respond to spiritual promptings. Friends and family have given me pearls of wisdom or items I didn't ask for and thought I wouldn't need that have completely rescued me on many occasions.
I didn't expect having a poop blowout during changing to be something that would relieve tension. But it was surprisingly funny at a time when I really needed a good laugh.
I didn't expect to have such a sweet baby. I'd heard horror stories of shrieking babies, and I know my time will come when she's older, but I think Emily is most good natured baby ever. She really is a sweet & gentle little thing, and I'm crazy about her.
I didn't expect to feel excited when my baby cries because it means she's awake and I get to talk to her, take care of her, and get to know her better. OK, so I'm not always excited when I'm feeling exhausted at 4am, but I walk into the room, look at her, and just get this wave of excitement that she's there and I get to be with her.
I didn't expect to feel so close to God this week. It has been an incredibly spiritual week for me. I've learned so much about how God speaks to me, and how mindful he is of me. I can't count the number of times I've been at the edge of what I could handle, and I've seen the way he has stepped in and lifted my burden. I've received insight on how to handle situations that I would have no idea how to handle on my own. I still muddle things, but I've seen His guiding influence in my life time and time again. And despite the sleep deprivation, and frustration, and helplessness I sometimes I feel, I have rarely felt God's love for me this strongly.