week one (and a half)

It's hard to imagine that 2 weeks ago, we were exhausting ourselves with our "natural" induction suggestions (see previous post) trying to get this girl going on her own. We start doing this "can you believe that this point last week..." conversations and it is surreal.

We made our way home Saturday morning from the hospital. Nerve-racking? Yes. The first night without that emergency nurse button was hard to get through. Waking up to every sound, checking, holding, changing, and consoling because according to us, she was in immediate distress. We continued to have visitors on Sunday, but were much more comfortable sitting on our own couches instead of hospital beds.

Monday and Tuesday were whirlwinds. Between Christmas gatherings, this girl got to meet 99% of Roman's family. And I completely understood any feelings of being overwhelmed as I was in the same position a few years before, however was not allowed to sleep through the events and everyone oogle at my dimples. She made plenty of facebook and instagram appearances from those nights. She also got to meet her pediatrician. Apparently, I had not been feeding her often enough. She lost about 2 more ounces (on top of her discharge weight loss of 8lb, down from 8lb 7oz).

 


From Wednesday on, we started to try and get in a routine. It is such a shock to have to sleep in a bassinet/crib after being warm and cuddled to sleep the days before. Both Roman and I feel like we've got a good working system down for now. And she doesn't mind. We went back to the office for a mid-week weight check and she was back to 8lb. Mama and baby got a good pat on the back.

Norah had her first photoshoot. Roman's aunt, Chrissy, is starting her photography business and has been discovered by a few children's boutiques for her classic photography style. She was asked to photograph some "hair candy", aka headbands, with a baby. Well with Norah being perfect, we thought she'd be the perfect model. For 2 1/2 hours (in between feedings) she was an angel asleep then calm and cooperative awake. Until she got hungry. But that was plenty of time for Chrissy to snap some adorable photos.

And at the end of the week, we found our toes.

 We have been curious how our cat, Darby, would adjust. Between a few pacifier snags and his "monitoring"of her crying, we've decided that the transition hasn't been too hard for him.