time: 7:51 am
weight: 7 lbs 12 oz
length: 20 inches
Yeah my baby is 2 weeks old tomorrow. I kept thinking that I never updated by blog about it (not the end of the world or anything)– so since my sister has my girls for a cousin’s sleepover tonight, (bless her) tonight it shall be.
(Meanwhile: everyone on Facebook, “Shut up about your baby already!”)
This is getting hard already, my back hurts suddenly, and Sterling is not happy with the amount of milk he apparently did not get. So he is sniveling and crying over there. Rare for him, actually, he is either part gem or part Jesus- because he is one good and sweet baby.
I guess now I will post a bunch of pictures, since I can hold him and do that at the same time.
Five minute old Sterling comforts momma during the last part of her C-section. It was a terrifying and beautiful experience.
Yes, it can be both.
I don’t think I had quite fallen in love with him yet at this time….
…but by the next morning- WHEW, I was IN LOVE. (I usually bond with my babies that first night, feeding and sleeping with my baby).
Home! To these happy and EAGER little girls.
Elle looks super drugged here. She wasn’t. She just gets really annoyed when I take her picture, and can ignore photographers like you wouldn’t believe.
Laila, oh Dear Laila… she adores and loves her brother but her rough, irrational ways with him have been a real toughy.
Elle is over-the-moon smitten with him. Or if I want to say obsessed, I could say that as well. If she could, she would sleep with him, take him to school for show and tell, bath with him, carry him around, make him her dolly, and just (s)mother him in general, all the days of her life.
I trust her with him- she is a big help to me.
Some over-the-top fighting was going on with these two. So their punishment was Elle “reading” stories to Laila. They ended up liking it. Score-sies.
Laila, I love you. This week has been a rough one for us. Next week we will keep trying to get it right.
The girls have a constant art project going at this table.
One cool thing about having a baby is, you see friends you should see way more often!
Shelly and Erika came over- I can’t tell you how good it was to see them again.
Little Sterling. Here he looks like a friendly little chap. The kind that would offer a pregnant lady his seat on a bus.
(Speaking of which, you would be shocked at how many men do not offer a pregnant woman their seat these days, I thought of it often in the past 9 months.)
Here. Not so friendly. The kind that would scoff at the poor, and look down on the rest of the world in general.
What? Oh, ok.
He says it was just gas, and please don’t judge his character by this picture.
So thankful I have such a sweet daddy for my children? Kids? Littles? Small ones? Youngsters? Small fries? Nestlings? Tykes?
I have really grappled (not really but…) with what to call my children, now that I can’t just say “the girls” anymore.
Somehow all the words above are just not me.
I come from a family where we were not allowed to say “kids”.
Well, that made us feel cool saying it, forbidden, you know. It just rolled off the tongue all rebellious-like, so at times, I would drop it in, “… us kids are…” and e.v.e.r.y. time my dad would say,
“Children are NOT baby goats. Kids are.”
So I guess that stays with me.
When I took this picture of Laila she said three times,
“I did not come here for a picture! I just came here for playing!”
Elle, my proud little Native American.
Ok… Well, I need to go. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I am so excited. So. I have gotten out very little the past 2 weeks and I am just so ready to hang out with my family! My brother’s girlfriend is coming in from Indiana, all the regulars will be there, and of course, I am excited to have little S-man there too. He makes my day every day… in every way.
You! Have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!! I feel blessed abundantly tonight.