The Fog

I was amazed after I came home from the hospital feeling so well. I had energy and healed very well from the whole adventure. We did the early discharge from the hospital. Then that first week finished and now it's a bit murky 'round here. I'm in what I like to call "the fog".... aka the first month or so after a new baby when sleep deprivation kicks in and you function through each day, but are not really yourself. Words are harder to form into sentences. Items are lost. I can tell you when the next feeding will be and how many diapers I've changed, but if you ask me something like my favorite color I'll have to really pause and think. Forgive me for ramblings and poor punctuation during this time, won't you? :)

Our dear friends from The Bridge and around the area have started to bring meals and it is such a blessing! I might just forget how to cook.

It's hard to believe that my precious baby girl is 13 days old. Oh, how I am utterly and completely in love with her! I love how she will stare contently at my face. How she cracks a content little smile when her head is rubbed. How she is unfazed by a rambunctious 4 year old brother. How she seems to love being cleaned and pampered during bath time. How she wrinkles her forehead and looks identical to her daddy. How she has that "milk drunk" look after feedings. How she makes the cutest little squeaks. (Except when she squeaks at 3am and I'm trying to get back to sleep)

And she just seems so dainty and prissy. I told Mike that I am not sure if it is really her or just me projecting that on her! Even her little burps seem girly to me. Is that weird? Jackson NEVER had that soft baby squishiness - he was always so solid and big. She's putting on the pounds (or ounces, rather) quite nicely. I finally see the beginnings of a fat role on her legs. It is amazing how happy that makes me.

Jackson is still doing very well with the new transition. He tried to pick up a whiny phase again, but I think that's in check for now. And he loves to hold her. Fortunately he is at the perfect age to be a good helper and "fetcher" for me while I do hours and hours of feedings each day. He has told me several times that he wishes he had "brother milk" like I have mommy milk so that he could feed her too. Oh my! We have laughed about that one!

Little one is starting to grunt from the bassinet. Chow time...