Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Let the sun shine in....

The baby is adjusting to home life by becoming a tan junkie.

The baby had a bit of breastfeeding-related jaundice, so she's been hooked up with a little tanning bed to use in her pack n' play. She looks like such a little Paris Hilton tanning it up. The good news is, her jaundice is clearing up and this should be the last night on the machine. Here she is tanning:

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Our daughter is, as expected, rather precocious. She's very curious and constantly surveying her surroundings. She was trying to hold her bottle at 3-days-old and trying to lift her head up to look around the room at 4-days-old. Last night she didn't make a peep for FIVE HOURS in the middle of the night. I even got up and checked on her around 3:30.. She was awake and looking around quietly while we slept. What a kid! She's already working on her impressions. So far she's doing a pretty good Christopher Lloyd and a FANTASTIC Dana Carvey.

As for the rest of us, we're exhausted and proud and so very excited to have our daughter at home. The c-section recovery has gone fairly well. My blood pressure is still an issue, but hopefully that will clear up soon. I'll be interested to see what happens with the gestational diabetes. I plan to ask about that at our doctor's appointment on Friday.

Most of the Eliza pictures have been taken by family members. While we wait for those to roll in, let me show you a couple of my favorite pictures from our time with Eliza.

Brian at the hospital taking care of the baby while I showered:
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Eliza on the way home:
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The BEST picture. Ever:
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Playing the waiting game...

The hardest part of this whole thing is waiting for Eliza to get here.

I hadn't really realized that until last night, when I started to actually get angry that I couldn't play with her yet.

It was spurred by finding a tiny Kentucky cheerleader outfit in the UKAthletics.com shop while I was looking at the new football jerseys. I just want to have my daughter here so I can start forcing her to watch sports and play games with me.

As I told Janie last night, "I can't wait until she's about 5 and watching a game with us. She'll be the only 5-year-old on the planet who will be screaming 'Fundamentals!' while watching basketball."