Week One

Well, it has been more than a week now and we've all survived. Last night tested our survival skills though; the little one had an upset tummy (as she does pretty much every night) and was up fussing for hours. Since Aaron started back at work this week, it was especially taxing on him, and he's having to definitely learn to have a little more patience. I'm trying to get him to use some earplugs at night, but so far can not convince him it's a good idea. My mom is still here, which is so wonderful I can't even explain. She sat up with the baby for quite a while early this morning (Gabbie doesn't like to be laid down to sleep if she can help it) so that I could get some very important rest.

Of course, now it's a reasonable time of day, she's conked out on my chest sawing little baby logs and looking so adorable I can hardly stand it.

We haven't had time for pretty much anything except for the daily doctors appointments we've had to endure. Although my little girl is practically perfect in every way, we are having some issues with her hips and so not only have we had to drag her around town for all kinds of appointments, she's also in a harness for the next 4 1/2 weeks to help her hips align properly. I'm getting more used to this reality. It was so incredibly hard at first I can't even explain. The pediatrician put it into words for me: it's not that she's not perfect, she is, she just has a problem and it's not what I envisioned when I was imagining my baby. Every day gets better and in reality this is just (hopefully) a very short period in her life that we will definitely get through. It does add some stress though, and will require checkups as she grows to make sure it doesn't turn into a long-term problem.

Gabbie has been a pretty good nurser from the get-go. We suffered a little set-back when she had to start wearing the harness, and we had to work on latching-on again. She also would prefer to sleep rather than nurse most of the time, which is pretty worrying for this new, anxiety-ridden mom. It takes a good while to wake her up to eat and then we have to remind her to stay awake while she's eating too. However, at her weight check yesterday she had gained 4 1/2 ounces in four days, out-pacing what was wanted from her, so I'm guessing she's getting some nutrition.

My recovery is, well, going if not going well. On Thursday night my back went out and then, when I went to my OB-suggested chiropractor, it got worse. I'm supposed to go back for a second adjustment, but I'm scared out of my mind since last time my legs gave out when I got up off the table. Fun times, fun times. I also am not sleeping, not eating enough probably, and thought I busted my stitches yesterday (I didn't). Childbirth - it is not what I'd call easy.

Anyway, I need to go eat breakfast before we head out to yet another doctor's appointment. It's the last one for this week though - thank goodness! We could definitely use some more time at home to sleep and stare at Gabbie while she sleeps. She's just too adorable and I can't help myself.