All ready to go home from the hospital.
I need to get more pictures with Isabella, I think this is the only one I have.
Proof to my Dad that she does have ears. And check out that hair.
Notice how good Spencer already is about sharing his toys with Isabella.
Our little glow worm.
Okay, so not the best quality of pictures and I look awful, but Spencer really enjoyed taking them and loves to look at them, so here they are for the world to see!
Nap/bed time is turning into a constant fight with Spencer. Bribery seems to be the only way. As long as he doesn't bang and kick his bedroom door, I can keep most of my sanity.
Isabella is jaundice. Bili lights for her. She hates the bili bed. Hates it. But as long as I don't velcro her in, she tolerates it. Her bilirubin got pretty high and it was quite concerning how lethargic and unresponsive she was, but we seem to be on the mend. She is getting more and more alert again, will wake up to eat and our nerves are getting calmer. So grateful that Jean was able to give her a blessing and we avoided having to take her back to the hospital. hopefully only one more day of the bili bed.
Jean has been so good to me. He is amazing. It is cute to see how much he loves being a father. He loves to play with Spencer and adore Isabella. This is quite a year of changes for us (Jean starting a new job, starting his Master's, us moving twice, building a home, Isabella, etc) and I would not want to do it with anyone else.
My house is slightly stressing me out. We are moving in twoish weeks (I already know that I am crazy...) and trying to slowly get things ready everyday so it is not so overwhelming. But that leaves me with a garage that is slowly being overcome with boxes, no pictures on the walls so we can patch holes, and the items that are not essentials slowly disappearing from shelves, closets and cupboards. If you know me, I like things in their proper place and out of sight hidden, so basically I can only enter the garage if necessary and avoid seeing how much stuff we have. Gone are the days when I can fit all my belongings in a vehicle at any given time. Oh well, life is good and I am blessed, I just need to remember that.
Yesterday while I took Isabella to the doctor, my Mom was watching Spencer. He was supposed to be napping (see above) but was playing so my Mom went to check on him. She noticed the room smelled weird, Spencer was undressed and both he and the room looked a little greasy. Upon asking what he was playing with, Spencer said he would show her and climbed under the bed and pulled out a bottle of A&D ointment (ps, the only acceptable/truly effective thing to put on diaper rashes). He found it in his closet and decided to smear it on everything. My mom asked if there was anything else and he then produced an open bottle of supositories that he had been using to "draw" on his chalkboard. Glad my mom is so patient! =) Glad she is here too. She has been so helpful and good to have around.
Breastfeeding takes forever. And hurts. Post pregnancy weight is disappointing. Moving in the right direction, but seriously disappointing. Not cool to still look prego. Also, this darn swelling could go away. Oh well. Speaking of breastfeeding, Isabella is ready to go, so I gotta go.