So we're on day five of Gabbie's little life in this world. So far it's been rather adventurous. We're still getting used to a schedule with a baby, but it's going great. I've decided for sure that I have to start giving myself another 20 minutes (or more) to get anywhere on time. Today we had our first pediatrician's appointment and it went really great other than the fact we were 20 minutes late. Thankfully they were very nice and didn't even comment on my tardiness. (this is my kind of place!) Not like anything could have really changed from 3 days ago when we last saw the pediatrician in the hospital, but hey - at least we're careful, right?
Fletcher and Fiona are still getting used to their new little sister but I think they finally understand that she's not going anywhere. Fletcher's life has been threatened if he barks at another passing bird and I think he gets it finally: he just ran to the door but didn't bark, then looked to me as if to say, "I remember...no barking or you're going to kill me..." (because I have said that to him in the past 2 days)
Fiona's acting as if Gabbie is one of her own - watching my every move with her and making sure I get her if she's crying. Both of them are really funny to watch their reactions, but I think even they are sleep deprived: they're napping with Brent as I type.
Thank you to everyone who has called, sent emails, stopped by for a visit and signed up to bring a meal in the coming weeks! We really appreciate ALL of you.
I have uploaded 2 albums to the right of pictures my sister and I took while we were in the hospital. But my best friend Brittany has already created a beautiful slideshow of pictures she took on Sunday at the hospital. It is amazing - she's coming in town this weekend to take more, so I'll be sure to share as soon as they are available. You can check out all of her amazing work at www.moncriefphotography.com
Thanks again, Everyone! Now back to mommy duties...
Thank you, MoncriefPhotography for the awesome pics!!Last Sunday, the pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like
to express praise for answered prayers.
A lady stood and walked to the podium. She said, "I have a Praise. Two
months ago, my husband, David, had a terrible motorcycle wreck and his
scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the
doctors didn't know if they could help him."
You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they
imagined the pain that poor David must have experienced.
"David was unable to hold me or the children," she went on, "and every
move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a
delicate operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together
the crushed remnants of David's scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold
it in place."
Again, the men in the congregation were unnerved and squirmed
uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on David.
"Now," she announced in a quavering voice, "thank the Lord, David is out
of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should
recover completely."
All the men sighed with relief. The pastor rose and tentatively asked if
anyone else had something to say. A man stood up and walked slowly to
the podium. He said, "I'm David." The entire congregation held its
breath. "I just want to tell my wife that the word is sternum ."
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Well it's official: we're in the waiting game. I'm 37 weeks, 3 days today and my doctor told me last week he will definitely induce me by 39 weeks. But we're ready: I packed our bags on Sunday night, Brent mowed the grass and has done every other house project imagineable, and tonight we finished the nursery - we're ready!
Hopefully I'll find enough to do in the next few days to keep me busy and not think about Gabriella's pending arrival. Oh I don't know like get a massage! Brent surprised me with a free massage so I'm doing that tomorrow afternoon and I cannot wait!!
Here are some pictures of the nursery - enjoy!
