Saturday, August 14, 2010
Tonight after Christopher had put Charlie and Eleanore down for bed, we traded in the comfortable couch and air conditioning, for a little bit of muggy fresh air.
Miss Evelyn, having left the hospital at less than 6 pounds, has been having troubles maintaining both her body temperature, and her blood sugar levels. All it takes is one missed feeding, or just 5 minutes outside of a swaddle- and we're in for it. This little girl is high maintenance, thats for sure.
So while I've spent most of the last 6 days, constantly feeding my has-to-stay-bundled-up newborn, who doesn't want to wake up for anything, going outside was a much needed change of scenery.
And the best part about going outside, wasn't the swarming gnats or the smell of fresh cut
allergies grass, but I got to talk to and play with my alert daughter, who because of the 100 degree temperatures, didn't need to be wrapped up in her own personal fabric tortilla shell.
A little bit confused as to where we were and what we were doing. Sucking on her pretty purple preemie binky. Wearing one of the very few items of clothing that currently fit her.
Trying her very hardest not to fall asleep. There are birds to listen to, and a warm breeze to feel-
Wrinkly little fingers, reaching for anything and everything. So much to touch and feel.
Must. Stay. Awake.
Better luck next time, baby.
Don't worry, you've got all of the time in the world, for exploring. For now, just close those pretty eyelids and dream of all of the fun things that we did today.
And while you're doing that, making the cute little snort sounds in between breaths, I'm going to tickle your toes.
We went through 10 pairs of socks today, before we found one that would say on your barbie sized toes, just so you know.
When I'm done tickling your adorable smaller than small toes, I'm going to hold your entire hand with my one finger.
God, you're adorable.
What? Is that a smile I see?
You must be dreaming about the chocolate chip cookies that Daddy and I made on our date today.
Hey, I have an idea!
Why don't we take that hat off?
Where in the world did all of that beautiful red hair come from??
Now that we've shown off your strawberry strands... its time to put that hat back on and head back inside for another feeding.