Week One

She is a week old. 

So many differences between this recovery and the last one, except the weepy stage. 

Why do I get weepy??? I thought with a better recovery I wouldn't get weepy but it doesn't matter. I cry at the drop of hat. B likes to do these group hugs with Brad and I, she did one this morning and I bawled from her sweetness.

We got newborn pictures. A wonderful photographer who didn't have a time limit. She patiently waited for the kiddos to have happy faces. 

 This picture of my girls melts my heart.

Before Lil C was born her entire pregnancy I had one major anxiety, "how can I love another like I love my first?"  Honestly, this fear was in my mind and heart even up to the day she was born. I confided in my cousin this fear, because I didn't dare say it out loud and make me seem like a horrible mom. My cousin whose kids are 13 months apart, and let me add the second are twins told me, "You will. When you hold one your heart will want to burst and when you hold the other it will want to burst too. They are a part of you and that makes them each special." When I first held Lil C I knew exactly what she meant. Our Miss B and Lil C have different stories. Different pregnancies, different deliveries, and already at this age different personalities. And yet, they are both the most cherish gems in my heart.

As I said so many differences, one being how relaxed I am with this baby. The poor first child. With B I was a wreck. I worried about nursing, how often she had a wet or dirty diapers (really I charted and wrote everything down including which side she nursed and how long). And it turn the stress didn't help. My milk took a full week to get in. She didn't latch that well. I would cry because I couldn't nurse.  It eventually came but I never was a great milk provider. With C, I didn't worry as much. I can't really explain why, maybe the fact that I have a two year old who is still very much alive and very healthy; who asks to eat apples and bananas and for milk (Let me tell you how successful I feel when I hear, "Mommy, nana pwease." Don't worry she asks for candy just as much. I had confidence with this second child. And in turn, she latched right away. My milk came in three days. She has plenty of wet and dirty diapers. No, I am not writing anything down. I nurse her when she acts hungry. I have learned this young of baby doesn't need a schedule, not yet anyway. Yes, I was already trying to get B on a schedule at one week and that added stress to my life when it didn't work. now, I realize newborns are just learning about the world. The last thing she needs is a schedule. Just as B got on one so will she.

I have noticed since I am more relaxed so is this baby. And, let me reiterate again, poor first child.

And before I forget just a few differences between the two before I forget:

B hated being swaddled; C loves it.

B More high strung (I think this is due to me); C relaxed.

B took a bottle very well; C, I have yet to introduce it. 

 B would be up every 2 hours at night; C usually only wakes twice a night. 

Similarities

~They look like their daddy. I think C has a little more of me in her but she is still very Brad. And so, they both look a lot a like. 

~Both love the swing

~Both love to be sung to 

~The dog's barks never startle them 

 People ask how is B. She is still doing well. She still loves her sister to pieces, and doesn't quite understand giving C her personal space. She loves, LOVES to hold the "bebe". B still gives Brad and me plenty of kisses and hugs. However, and I mean a big HOWEVER. B has started throwing tantrums, and I mean they are EPIC. They have subsided since my parents have been here, and B who loves her Pop Pop, has been getting dotted on from sunrise to sunset. I am prepared for the tantrums of epic proportions when they leave. Good thing we can go up to see Grandma and Grandpa, and Grandma lets her play in the hose, which is the greatest thing in the world for this 2 year old. 

Anyway, that is the update of our life. I feel blessed, and it makes me cry (seriously, though it does). 

Thank you to everyone for the well wishes, and cards and emails. 

Also as you know our dogs are a very important part of our life. Sydney loves when the babies are small like C, (you know before they can poke and pull on her fur). She sits by her sniffs her, kisses her. Dixie, is completely aloof. She cares when the baby can finally give Dixie attention :) Honestly, if B didn't have Dixie I think things could be a lot worse.