|Photo Credit: Uncle Micah|
But I'm not complaining. This phase is so short-lived, so fleeting. I want to soak up every bit of snuggly, sleepy, brand new baby-ism she has to offer. And since she's already gained 11 ounces this week and is stretching out her newborn clothes, it doesn't appear that this one-handed chest-snoozing is going to last very much longer.
|Five hours old and happy as a lark!|
But back to where I left off, exactly one week ago today. We got home a little after 5:30am and made sure we made enough noise coming in the house to "accidentally" wake up Marmie and Poppa. Jon was exhausted and ready for a nap. But after a long night of labor I was ready for some breakfast. So I chowed down some oatmeal while Julia got passed around and Jon shared his version of the birth story, which continues to get more and more funny as the days go by.
|Poor Jon, it was a rough night!|
|Jon and I just got up from our nap. This photo describes Jude's sentiments exactly (but more on that later).|
|Bright-eyed and busy-tailed.|
Unfortunately, the three kids and I all caught colds this week. Actually, Jack ended up with croup on Wednesday night and had to be taken to the emergency room. It was a little scary. It was 10pm, I was nursing the baby, Marmie was holding a scared-awake-and-crying Jude and Jon was trying to calm a panicing Jack who woke up with a cough that quickly progressed to wheezing. Soon he was having trouble getting his breath. Two and a half hours, a breathing treatment and some steroids later he was home and we all were in bed. But neither Jon nor I slept well that night. Thankfully, Jude and Julia only have colds and we haven't had any more of this croup stuff in the house. Poor Baby Girl though, less than a week old and already dealing with a snotty nose. And so in addition to listening for her every breath all night, Jon and I also got to spend an entire evening sucking out her teeny, tiny nostrils and checking on her every cough and sneeze.
|Photo Credit: Uncle Micah|
Other than the cold and GBS she's just perfect. She's my best nurser and best burper so far. And while she started out more like a Jack than a Jude when it comes to night-time sleep, things are progressively getting better. For the first few days Julia would only sleep if she was being held or nursed ... which meant some long nights for me and a sore back, neck, shoulders, arms, etc. for a few days. But she's spent the past two nights sleeping soundly in her bassinet. And while she is often up to eat every 2-3 hours, she's a fairly efficient eater. Now if only my body could start regulating its temperature better and put an end to these crazy hot flashes, I (and my poor hubby) might start getting better sleep too!
So we are one week into this whole family of 5 thing and it's going really well... but we've also had lots of help. I'm trying not to think about the fact that there are currently 4 (sometimes 5) adults doing what I will have to do by myself in a few days. For now, I'm just enjoying the extra help and trying to take it easy. We've been having loads of fun too though, taking full advantage of maternity and paternity leave. But I'll save those stories and pictures for another time, when I get at least one hand free again.