A week ago today…
I got up to make breakfast like every other day.
I hadn’t slept much the night before because I didn’t feel well, so I decided to lay back down for a few hours after Dad left for work.
When I woke up, I started to feel yucky again, but I just thought it was some bad tacos we had the night before. 🙂
It wasn’t tacos…it was you…
Once I called your Mimi to ask her if I should be feeling a stomach ache in surges, she raced over to take me to the hospital. Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa met us there. Gunny (my dad) came a little later.
We arrived at noon and by 2:54pm, you’d made your grand entrance.
Your first little cry was the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. They laid you on my chest, and I couldn’t even believe you were the same little being I’d been feeling move around in my stomach the past 8 1/2 months. Dad and I just stared at you.
The nurses took you away for a few minutes to get you cleaned up and wrapped you up nice and snuggly in a blanket before they passed you back to me.
Ever since that moment, you’ve been a constant source of joy, entertainment, and fun. Other than screaming when we change your diaper (who could blame you when that cold air hits your bottom in the middle of the night…talk about a rude awakening), you are very content, peaceful, and laid back. And mealtime is your favorite (as evidenced by your 1 to 2 oz daily weight gain). You’ll be back to your birth weight in no time.
You’ve started opening your little eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. Right now, they look dark blue, but we’ll be interested to see what they are permanently in a few weeks or months. Oh, and I got my wish! You have a tiny dimple in your cheek. We can’t wait until you start smiling and showing it off.
And to think all this started just a week ago today.
We love you, little pinto bean!
Momma and Dad