November 13, 2015

thea's baptism

Every time I think I'll get back to posting regularly, all good sleep habits seem to go out the window.  Babies.  They're crazy.  So we're going to keep this short and sweet because truly there isn't much to say anyway!

Thea was baptized on October 18th.  She wore the same dress that both Elsie and Ryann wore, the same dress that my sister and I wore, the dress that my aunts bought for my mom when she was baptized.  So many girls on my mom's side of the family have been baptized in this dress, I absolutely love it.  In my opinion, our family doesn't really hold on to a lot of heirlooms or traditions.  So this dress means so very much to me.  I'm grateful to have it in the family and hope that one day my daughters will have daughters of their own who can also be baptized while wearing it.

The week prior to her baptism Thea had been taking a 2-3 hour nap in the morning, so I thought she'd be great for the 11 o'clock service.  Ha.  HAHA.  I can't remember how long she slept, 45 minutes?  An hour tops for sure.  So by the time we made it to the church she was a mess.  Chris spent the first half of the service out in the lobby with her.  He managed to get her to sleep (I think that was the last time anyone besides myself has gotten her to sleep!), and brought her back in for the baptism.  As soon as the water was poured on her head her eyes popped open.  And moments later she was back to tired and fussy.  So back to the lobby they went.

Ryann and Elsie were also incredibly well behaved.  Not.  Ryann wasn't too bad, but she had zero interest in standing with the family for the baptism, and wouldn't even sit with the other children in the front to watch.  Elsie climbed the steps and was jumping around.  So it didn't take long for them to return to the pews with Gramdma 'Nita.  And while we were trying to take pictures after the service Elsie slapped Chris in the face so he carried her straight to the car under his arm.  Good times I tell ya, good times.

Some day we won't be such a circus when we are in public, right?


November 5, 2015

thea - three months

Oh Miss Thea.  Dearest third child.  I am late with your post.  The pictures were taken on time, but I just haven't had a chance to sit down and write it out.  I swear I will never miss a month, I won't do it.  But that doesn't mean they'll be punctual!  I love you just the same, and if you didn't regularly feel the need to use me as a human pacifier, and if I hadn't spent a chunk of time watching baseball (totally worth it), I might be more on top of things.  :o)


No doctor's appointment this month, so I did my best to approximate her weight.  Based on my scale, minus a tad bit for her clothes, I'd guess she weighs in right at 14 pounds, maybe a touch over.  Ryann and Elsie didn't weigh 14 pounds by four months, so I'm still always amazed at how big Thea is.  We'll see if this is a sign that she will be the tallest in our family or something!  Which no, I didn't even attempt to measure her length.  I'm so bad at that.  Aside from a few things here and there, she is solidly in 3-6 month clothing, and wearing a size two diaper.  I still haven't really put shoes on her, so I have no clue what side she would wear.


Sleep has gotten better to some extent this month.  I've given up on anyone else getting her to fall asleep, and have also said screw it and just nurse her to sleep most of the time.  So I'm not near as exhausted from the little song and dance jazzercise routine I used to do every time she needed a nap.  But she doesn't really stay asleep in her car seat anymore (except sometimes when she does, and it is sitting on the kitchen counter and she still manages to nap for like two hours in the midst of our family chaos), and you never know whether you'll get a cat nap or a three hour nap, so planning a day is just kind of hard.  And when she is tired she is pretty much inconsolable, unless it's a boob.  A boob does the trick.

At night, for the most part we are getting a solid 6-7 hour stretch at the beginning of the night.  Before daylight savings she was sleeping from about 9pm-3:30am.  Then she'd sometimes be up for 1-2 hours (ugh) or go right back to sleep for another three hours or so.  The last couple of nights she's been in bed by 7:50pm, and woken up between 1-3am, then slept until 6:30am.  Thea is still sleeping in the Rock n Play in our room, but my goal is to switch her to her room by the end of the week.  We finally got shades on her windows so it should be dark enough in there for naps.  For now I'm just going to move the Rock n Play to her room, but if she does well in there for a few days, I'll brave the crib.  For some reason I feel like she'll take to it better than Elsie did, but I'm probably just trying to be optimistic or something.


It is nearly impossibly to catch on camera, but Thea is just so dang smilely (unless she is tired of course).  Her entire body smiles with her.  Chris can get the best smiles out of her, especially right after she wakes up.  Sometimes she seems like she smiles so hard that she loses control of her neck muscles and just has to bury her head in my shoulder.  Or it is some sort of shy move.  I have no idea, but man I love those smiles.  Just can't get enough!  No giggles or laughs just yet, but sometimes I think she is trying to.  She'll do this thing where she sucks in a bunch of air and it makes a noise, and eventually I think it will turn in to a laugh.


Thea has begun to really track sounds and try and figure out where they are coming from.  When she hears something loud or strange her eyes get super big and crazy and she whips her head around until she can zero in on the noise.  She is also really great and tracking objects and people.  She particularly enjoys watching her crazy sisters.  She is also stupidly good at tracking down screens.  It starts early!  I both hate it and love it.  If the TV is on she finds it, or if someone has a phone out, she zeros in on the screen.  But at the same time, if she is really fussy and nothing else is working, I can sway with her in front of the TV and she usually stops screaming.

She still spits up a ton, we go through like a million burp cloths a day.  Elsie has gotten great at spotting it and will yell at me "Baby Fee-uh is leaking!"  Haha.  I'd love to know what makes my babies so spitty.  I mean, I don't know any differently and feel like spit-up is a problem for a lot of people, but I know there are babies who don't really spit up at all.  Why?!?! How?!?! I'm so tired of both her and I smelling like sour milk.  Inevitably she always pukes in my hair on a day I actually wash it.


Even though she doesn't tolerate it for long, Thea is getting much better at tummy time.  She can prop herself up on her forearms and look all around.  Occasionally she'll make some sort of an effort to roll over, but it hasn't happened in probably at least a month.  She has started rolling to her side from her back, and if I give her a little resistance she can push over to her stomach, but she can't pull her arm out from underneath her once she gets there.  As much as I just lay her in random places while taking care of her sisters, I can handle little to no mobility for a while longer.  She does manage to pivot her body around on the floor, all the sudden I'll notice her feet are pointing a different direction than when I laid her down.  Lastly in the gross motor skills department, Thea has discovered her hands.  She regularly has her fists shoved in her mouth, and she'll hold one up in front of her face, staring at it like it is the most amazing thing she has ever seen.

This last month has had more good days than bad.  I can see the light at the end of the fussy new baby tunnel.  It's dim, and still a ways in the distance, but we're getting there.


Thea, I can barely remember the days that you weren't a part of our life.  I'm so glad you're here.

November 3, 2015

halloween 2015

Another year, another costume idea brought to life by my one and only amazing mom.  A while back I decided I wanted to go with a circus theme, and as we got closer to Halloween it only seemed more fitting.  We were going to make Christopher a concessions guy, but he wasn't able to attend the party we went to, so I said screw it and didn't put together a costume for him.  He was so disappointed, I promise.  Ha.

On the 30th my mom, Elsie, Thea and I went to Ryann's school to watch the costume parade.  Ryann was so incredibly excited, and couldn't contain it even a little bit.  I couldn't stop smiling because she was so happy.  After the parade Thea and I stayed for her class party.

totally missed the focus on that one, but I can't get over the look on her face :)

That night the girls and I and my mom went to our friend's annual Halloween party.  She definitely throws a good party.  An awesome face painter, a bounce house, great food.  It was a little chaotic with a baby who was really just ready for bed, and I wouldn't have survived without my mom, but I'm glad we went.  The girls loved getting their face painted as usual.  Ryann requested a rainbow brite zebra.  I have no idea where she came up with that but she was pleased with the results.  Naturally Elsie wanted to be a kitty.  No surprise there!


We kicked off Halloween morning with some monster donuts (thank you pinterest).  The bulk of our day was filled with errands and just hanging out.  A little after five we met our friends for a Trunk or Treat at their church.  Ryann was so funny, I told her we were going to a Trunk or Treat, and she got so mad.  "But mom I want to go Trick or Treating!!!!!!"  Once we got there and she understood what was going on she was rather pleased.  After we made our rounds through the cars, we got a little hay rack ride around the parking lot.  By then Thea was awake and wanting to eat so we went back to our house.  While I fed her Chris took Ryann and Elsie to hit up a few more houses.  Once we were done for the night the girls ate a bit of their candy, and surprisingly both of them more or less requested to go to bed.


All in all a good holiday!


November 2, 2015

fall fun

We had another stretch of not so great sleep (from anyone, I swear) plus a ton going on.  So I'm trying to play a little catch up over the next few days.  Or however long it takes me which is going to be forever and I'm never going to be 'caught up'.  Oh well.

As I started typing this I realized I never posted any photos from our Cider Days adventure (back in September!).  It was our first attempt at taking Thea to any sort of event.  I was nervous that she'd be a complete mess, but she did us a solid and slept nearly the entire time in the carrier.  There was camel rides, an exotic petting zoo, bounce houses, some food and a craft fair.  And cider.  But seriously.  Just cider.  No donuts, no slushes, no exciting cider items of any sort.  I was disappointed.  But all was forgotten when I ate a funnel cake drizzled with nutella.  Yummmmm.  We spent way too much cash, but had a good time, and it felt good to get out of the house and really do something.


Then a few weeks ago we headed out to the pumpkin patch.  It was no KC pumpkin patch, that is for sure.  But we went when it wasn't busy at all so that was nice.  I had high hopes that Thea would again sleep through most of the outing in the carrier, but no dice.  She absolutely could not stand the wind and was gagging and screaming like a crazy baby.  So we ended up grabbing the car seat and lugging her around until she passed out.  The big girls did a bounce house, a little train, and a giant slide.  Plus just some running around and getting dirty.  We snagged a wagon full of pumpkins, drank a cider slush (making up for the lack of one at a cider event!) and headed home.  Maybe next year we'll be up for the hay rack ride, but we'll just have to see!


October 19, 2015

thea lorraine - a birth story

I wrote up her birth story quite a while ago, but didn't yet have the photos.  Then I got the photos and didn't have time to sit down and add them to the story.  I finally got a chance!

Miss Thea Lorraine joined our family July 28th at 12:28pm.  She was 6lbs14oz and 18.5in long.  For my memory, and for all those who enjoy reading birth stories, here you go!


I wrote in my 37 week post that my appointment for that week had gone great.  My blood pressure was magically in a normal range.  That I wanted to get through the weekend and then it was game on.

Apparently Thea took me quite seriously.

Saturday Chris and I had planned to spend the night in Kansas City and have dinner with friends as an early 30th birthday celebration for him (his birthday is August 3rd and I didn't know what I'd be up for at that point).  Yes I was supposed to be 'resting', but one simply cannot pass up a night without children, right?  Yeah... I really wanted to go to ikea as well, so Chris enlightened me.  That is more or less when things started to go south.  Halfway walking through ikea I started to feel terrible.  We had to stop so I could rest for a while.  After that we just grabbed the thing I knew I wanted and got out of there.  We went to our hotel and checked in, and I laid down for a bit.  It helped me feel much better.


That night we went out to dinner as planned, and had brunch the following morning with some other friends.  I was incredibly thankful to have made it through the (majority of the) weekend and happy to have some quality time with Christopher.  But by the time we made it home Sunday afternoon I was feeling terrible again.  Chris took my blood pressure and it was in the 140/90+ range.  I can't remember exactly.  Damn.  I took it easy, we went about our night.  Our family had dinner at my parents and we all went swimming.  I wasn't feeling awful, but not good either.  Chris took my blood pressure when we got back home.  It was in the 150/100+ range.  At that point we decided I'd likely call my doctor's office in the morning.  My hope was that they would just take my word for it and after talking to my doctor would suggest we come Tuesday for an induction.

Monday morning rolled around and I had Chris check my blood pressure one more time.  Still in the 145/95 ish range.  I laid down and had him check it again.  No change.  So I called the office.  After some back and forth and my doctor not being in, the on call doctor asked that I come to the office for a blood pressure and urine check.  I was so ticked at the time.  I had zero interest in driving back to Kansas City.  But I'm also not one to make a big fuss so I did what I was told.  My appointment with the nurse was at 12:30pm.  I refused to finish packing my bag and take it with me because I was coming home for the night.  I was determined (why I have no idea).  Dumb move number one, obviously.  Actually I suppose some might say dumb move number one might have been not calling the on call doctor Sunday afternoon, but hey.

I got the girls all set up with my mom (without any clothes packed or anything of that nature, because again, I was coming home) and then set off for my appointment.  I grabbed a cheese stick to eat on my way out the door since I knew I'd be having lunch late.  When I got to the office it was so quiet, most everyone was out to lunch.  It was kind of strange.  But the nurse saw me right at 12:30.  As she took my blood pressure I could see her make a somewhat surprised and uncertain face.  She asked if she could take my pressure again.  165/98.  Yikes.  She had me lay down for five minutes and came back.  152/88.  No bueno my friends.  She went to consult with the doctors.  But again, out to lunch.  So she had to wait for the on call doctor to talk to her.  They opted to send me to labor and delivery for monitoring.  I asked her if it was likely I'd have to stay or if I had the opportunity to go home.  She said that if I for sure wasn't in labor, and everything looked 'stable enough', I'd probably be allowed to leave.  I certainly wasn't in labor, so I knew I had that going for me.  Right?  Right...


Thankfully the hospital is attached to where my doctor's office is located, so I was able to just walk over.  I got checked in and settled into triage.  I was in triage room three, but apparently they wrote my name on the sign for triage two, so it was mildly entertaining to listen to everyone go there first, and then come looking for me.  The first nurse that came in told me she thought maybe I had bolted.  Haha.  I got all hooked up to the monitors and hung out while she filled out a bunch of crap on the computers.  My first couple of pressures weren't great, but not as bad.  In the 140/90+ range.  But she said the baby was looking a little flat on the monitors.  My next few pressures were in the 135/85 range.  Progress!  But as luck would have it, I started contracting every four minutes in triage.  What the hell are the damn odds?

After answering the million questions they ask you, the nurse went to consult with the doctor.  As she was walking out the door I asked her what the odds are that I get a chance to go home overnight.  She responded with "If it was my decision, you'd be staying.  Medically and financially it makes no sense to send you home right now.  But I don't make the decisions, the doctor does."  I could have cried.  I knew it wasn't looking good for me getting to leave, and her brutal honesty left a lump in my throat.  Of course I was ready to meet my baby girl.  I wanted us to both come out of the hospital healthy.  But I wanted to put Elsie to bed.  I wanted to kiss them goodnight one more time.  I didn't have the big sister bags ready because I had accidentally shipped some stuff to our old address and I was waiting on it.  I just wasn't ready.

But like or not, it was baby time.  The nurse came back.  The doctor was ready to induce me, but wanted the nurse to check my cervix to decide whether or not they would start with pitocin or if I'd need cervadil over night.  With all the contractions I'd been having, plus the fact that I started at 3cm with Elsie, I was hopeful that I'd be at least a couple centimeters.  Yeah no.  I was 'almost a 1, maybe'.  Well great.  I definitely wasn't going home, and I figured I was in for a long labor.  By this point I'd been in triage for over three hours.  It was after 4pm.  The doctor finally came in to see me and explained her plans, but promised that we could hold off on the cervadil until 8pm so I could eat.  Thank goodness.  I was STARVING.  They asked how I was feeling and honestly I couldn't tell the difference from feeling sick because of my blood pressure and feeling like crap because I had eaten half an apple and cheese stick as of 4pm.


When the doctor had left, the nurse got to work getting me admitted.  She had to start an IV, which took two tries.  Not near as bad as when I got my IV with Elsie, but seriously.  I think getting the IV is one of the worst parts.  They weren't planning to access it until they started pitocin, but I had to have it in anyway.  Immediately after she was done I felt like I had lost use of my right hand, it was extremely tender.  Then we gathered up my things and walked down the hall to my labor and delivery room.  She offered me a gown, but I opted to stay in my clothes for as long as possible.  Then I finally got a room service menu.  At this point it was after 5pm.  Honestly nothing on the menu sounded good, but I knew I needed something, anything.  So I went with the chicken strips, fries and a fruit cup.  When it arrived the fries were soggy, and my fruit cup was mostly honeydew, the only fruit I dislike.  But whatever, the chicken strips were good and I no longer wanted to kill someone thanks to hanger.

Shortly after 6:30pm Christopher arrived.  Woohoo!  It was a relief to see him walk in the door.  He had gotten to play scavenger hunt at our house for all the crap that I didn't have in my bags.  Thankfully he is good at it and I wound up with everything I needed.  We hung out for a bit until my nurse came in to hook me up to the monitors.  They needed 30 minutes of monitoring before starting in on the cervadil.  Once I was all hooked up and hanging out Chris ran out to grab himself some food.  Meanwhile I watched So You Think You Can Dance.  If I'm going to get stuck in a hospital thank goodness it was a Monday night.  I don't think I could have handled any more HGTV.


At 8:15pm the nurse came back to insert the cervadil.  It wasn't long after that, that I got really nauseous.  I was still contracting and started having cramps, but I think the sick feeling was because baby girl was moving like crazy.  I swear she must have been kick boxing my stomach because I kept having waves of feeling like I was going to puke.  I had to stay in bed and not eat for two hours, I guess just to make sure I'd tolerate the medication.  At 10pm she came back and offered me a snack because I was officially cut off after midnight.  I really wasn't hungry, but I was worried that I'd be in labor all day and wind up starving, so I choked down some apple sauce, a cheese stick and some crackers.  After that I took Seabrin (my nurse's name, who for the record, was a WONDERFUL nurse) up on some ambien so I could hopefully get some sleep.  I think I passed out around 10:30pm.

Unfortunately it was short lived.  Around 1am the machines in our room started beeping.  Apparently the thing was out of paper.  Chris tried to shut off the alarm and snag a nurse quickly, but I was awake.  And having some serious cramps.  I could tell the contractions had tapered off a fair amount, but man.  The cramping.  I think I managed to drift off again around 2am.  But by 4am I was wide awake again.  The cramping was so uncomfortable, and I really needed to pee.  But I didn't want to bug anyone to unplug all my crap and I didn't want to wake Christopher.  So I played on my phone and hoped the next two hours would go by quickly.

Around 5am I noticed that my contractions were stronger.  Not any closer together, but definitely more painful.  I crossed my fingers that the cervadil had done it's job and I'd be a little more dilated this morning.  Finally 6am rolled around and Seabrin came back to free me from the monitors for a little bit.  I went to the bathroom and took out the cervadil, and attempted to enjoy a shower.  Easier said than done with an IV and a hospital shower, but I rinsed off and stood in the hot water for a bit.  Then I put on a little make-up and attempted to fix my hair.  What can I say, I'm vain, I don't care.  Plus, what else was I supposed to do?  I exhausted most of the exciting things on my phone in the wee hours of the morning.


My half hour of freedom flew by and at 6:30am I was hooked back up to all the monitors so they could have a strip before starting pitocin.  Right around 7am the nurses changed shifts.  I got introduced to my day nurses, one who was supposedly 'an experienced nurse new to the hospital' and one who was supervising her.  Let's just say it didn't take long to establish that this new nurse was not an experienced labor and delivery nurse.  I understand having issues with the computer or what not in a new facility, but she didn't know what she was doing.  And she was SLOOOOOW.  You could tell the other nurse was annoyed with her too.  I was disappointed, having a good nurse definitely helps dictate your birth experience.  Thankfully she was flaky enough that the supervising nurse ended up providing more of my care that day.

Also, I want to interject this in here.  Chris always jokes that I tend to like the 'sorority girl' type nurses.  A rather broad statement, seeing as there is no true sorority girl example in my opinion.  I lived with 80+ girls and I can guarantee you we didn't all fit the same mold.  But hey, I'll give him credit in the sense that I appreciate a nurse or doctor who is intelligent, kind, but no nonsense.  They need a little bit of pep, but I don't want someone to be fake happy or coddle me.  Just get the job done.  And don't be stupid about it.  Whew, sorry, we had quite the experience with nurses this time around.  I don't recall being quite as annoyed with all of the nurses during my other two hospital stays.  Naturally my favorite nurses were either on at night, or whose shift changed within hours of me having them.  Sad story.

Moving on!  Oh yeah, so the shift changed.  New nurse checks me before starting the pitocin.  "Still about a 1."  WHAT?!?!?!  No cervical change.  I felt defeated.  And like I was going to be in labor all freaking day.  Come on body, third child, get with the program!  Right?  Right... anyway they got the pitocin started and with that came more frequent contractions.  Nothing I couldn't handle, but something was definitely happening.  'New nurse' was in and out of my room for a bit doing who knows what on the computer.  And then at 8:15am my doctor strolled in.  I was happy to see her until she told me she came to break my water.  Shoot they weren't wasting any time, I didn't expect that for another couple of hours.  But, again, not one to argue.  She broke my water and checked me.  3cm.  BAM.  That is what I'm talking about.  My doctor said she'd be back to check on me over lunch, unless I was ready to push before then.  But not to get my hopes up.

With my water broken it didn't take long for the contractions to really pick up and start to hurt.  And with every damn contraction more fluid came gushing out.  I swear my least favorite parts of labor are some of the most ridiculous.  One particularly intense contraction managed to push out enough fluid to soak like half the stupid bed.  I decided to take that opportunity to get up and go pee and convince someone to give me some new towels and sheets.


It was around 9am that the lovely Adrienne Maples arrived.  She photographed Elsie's birth and I adore those photos so much.  Birth is such a crazy whirlwind, it is priceless to be able to look back on that day, to have those photos spark my memory, to help little moments come flooding back.  Needless to say I was thrilled that she was able to make it to this birth as well (another reason I was dead set on delivering in KC even though we had already moved).  She is a great addition to the day for more than just the photos though, she kept me entertained and distracted with random stories.  I couldn't talk long though.  The contractions started getting pretty intense, and by 10:15am I decided I wanted the epidural.

Why I always wait until I'm miserable to get the epidural I don't know.  I guess just to see how tough I am?  Not that tough.  Haha.  I feel like I'd be cheating if I didn't endure some of the pain.  Truthfully I felt like I had asked earlier than with the other girls, but it was ten to 11am before the anistesiologist came in.  That half hour made quite the difference in the amount of pain I was in, and sitting through this epidural might have been on of the hardest yet.  Maybe not, since it took two tries to get a catheter in my back with Elsie, but man.  Painful.  We got it done though.  And for the first time my blood pressure didn't bottom out.  Winning!  Or my pressure was just awful.  However you want to look at it.  Once it was in they laid me on my back and I waited for the meds to take affect.  For some reason I was still having a lot of pain in my lower back on my left side.  It didn't really feel like contractions, but I didn't know what it was.  They rolled me to my side to let gravity take over.


Unfortunately baby girl didn't seem to appreciate me being on my left side, so I couldn't stay like that.  By 11:15am the epidural had taken affect as much as it was going to.  I never truly felt a ton of relief, but the sharp pains from the contractions were gone and I didn't want to die anymore.  So it had to be doing something.  My nurse checked me again and I held my breath.  I was sure I was only going to be a 4, maybe MAYBE a 5.  But I was 6cm!  Yes!  Things were definitely moving in the right direction and I was feeling more like I would have the baby by 2pm ish.  I tried to relax and close my eyes for a bit, but the blood pressure cuff was going off every three or four minutes at this point, and the contractions just kept getting stronger and stronger again.

Just after noon Adrienne (who had stepped out for a few to let me rest) called and asked if we thought she had time to run over to Chick Fil A for some food.  I said of course.  I really had it in my head that I'd be pushing sometime between 1 and 2pm.  It couldn't have been more than two minutes after Chris got off the phone with her that I started feeling TONS of pressure.  I didn't think I could possibly be ready to push yet.  He told me to call the nurse.  I refused.  But with the next contraction I felt like my body was starting to take over.  I conceded and told him to get someone.  For the first time I couldn't help but audibly moan and breath through the contractions.  I seriously felt like I had no control.  And sure enough, the nurse said I was complete.


Christopher quickly called Adrienne back and told her lunch might have to wait.  People came filing in prepping the room for delivery.  I don't know what time it was when my doctor walked in (but it looks like it was 12:24 when she was tying her mask on based on that picture!).  Everything was happening fast.  Adrienne made it to the room in time.  Really I don't remember much from this short period of time.  SO MUCH PRESSURE.  Everyone was ready, a contraction rolled in, and I started to push.  And a few pushes and a minute later, at 12:28pm, Thea made her grand entrance into the world.


When Ryann was born my epidural was so good that I didn't even feel her come out.  With Elsie I knew what was going on, and had a serious sense of relief once she was fully out.  But nothing compares to the way my body felt this time.  While I still only had to push for a minute or two, I had to work for it.  And the wave of relief and joy that washed over me once she was delivered was amazing.  I truly can't describe it.  I was so happy.


Thea looked great, her color was amazing, but that kid didn't want to cry.  She let out a few squeaks, but certainly didn't start screaming.  The nurse asked if I wanted her on my chest or cleaned up first, and I opted to take her.  And I swear she was the stickiest newborn I've ever seen.  She was still very much covered in vernix.  I was slightly grossed out :) but so happy to have her in my arms.


Apparently that is where I stopped writing, but not where the pictures stop.  So I'll just leave it to those to do the talking.  Ryann was in love with her new baby sister at first sight.  Elsie?  She was curious.  But really she just wanted to jump on the bed and eat my snacks and be a typical two year old.  No surprise there.  :o)


Thank you, Adrienne, for capturing these wonderful images.  I'm so incredibly grateful that you were able to be there for me!  All photos are hers, expect the obvious three iphone pics snapped by me.