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The Perfect Storm

Baby Ella arrived unexpectedly last Saturday morning and since then our world has changed drastically (and by world, I mean our life in our tiny apartment).  Every moment is consumed by feeding and by the time you're finished burping and changing the diaper, it's time to feed again. I'm not going to lie, I kind of feel like a dairy cow.  Hahaa.  I've heard that babies don't know the difference between night and day, but it sure seems like this baby knows exactly when to sleep (during the day) and when to stay up (all night long).  She seems to have kept the same pattern from her "in the womb" days.  Daddy-to-be is now just Daddy and he's doing an amazing job with helping me out with all the feedings and diaper changes.  I'm pretty sure he's a pro at changing a diaper now.  If there were ever a diaper changing competition, I'm pretty sure he would be in the running for first place. :P

I feel so overwhelmed by all the emotions of being a mom.  Yes, all the new adjustments are overwhelming, but what's more overwhelming is the amount of love I have for this little baby that just grew and grew overnight.  Yes, I loved her when  she was inside my belly, but that love has just multiplied a thousand times.  I feel so lucky to be a mom.  

So it all sounds like good times, right?  Well, it is all good times, but that does not necessarily mean it comes without difficulties as well.  The other day I began to feel what I imagine could only be postpartum emotions.  Wyatt and I put Ella to bed.  I climbed into bed, turned to kiss him goodnight and gave him a hug.  In about two seconds I began to cry.  I realized that it had been so long since I had been able to sleep next to Wyatt, without a pile of pillows between us.  (Yes, I seriously cried over this one.)  ::SIGH::

Here are some photos of Ella.  She is just so cute and already has us wrapped around her little finger.  ::SIGH::

On her way to the pediatrician's office, where we found out that from the time she was born and the time she cam home, she had lost 11 ounces.  No worries, though.  Once milk production began and the breastfeeding was on it's way, in one day, she gained back 3 ounces.  Dr. Nishibayashi was VERY impressed. :)  Something tells me she'll be back to her birth weight in no time...especially since she eats every hour and half!  

Can you tell from the look on her face how much she hates the swing?

Our little Ella bug loves to roll onto her side, which also coincidentally, is how she spent the majority of her time in the womb.

Just another long and tiring day for Ella.  Oh, the life of a baby...

Although our lives are pretty hectic now with our own little "perfect storm", I'm so happy she's around.  Sometimes I look at my tummy and think about how she spent 39 weeks in there and I feel so overwhelmed by how big of a gift God has given to us- trusting us with the responsibility of raising her, loving her, and showing her His own love for us.

God Bless,
Kat


Comments

  1. Kris GuiaoAugust 13, 2011 at 12:07 AM

    awww, she's so precious! even her cry is precious. like the end of the world..i love her

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  2. Sarah (Bourdon) KoenAugust 13, 2011 at 6:26 PM

    Congratulations mama, you did it!! That hair... those cheeks. Oooooooooh Ella is so absolutely, adorably PERFECT! I am so happy for your little family. Keep up the great work with breastfeeding! And if it's any consolation, B also hated his swing until he was about a month old. Then it became his most favorite thing in the whole world (and still is!).

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