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Day six and I finally feel like I can take a deep breath. Today feels like the first day of a routine, at least during the time we are both on leave. Cecilia is (happily) at daycare. Allison is content and napping. Dash has been walked and is asleep under the desk, and I even convinced Chelle to take a rest (napping isn’t in her nature).
Momma and new baby arrived home from the hospital on Sunday afternoon and Cecilia and Dash both could not have been more excited. Cecilia is taking her big sister role seriously. Very seriously. She can be a bit intimidating when she get in her hands-on-hips lecturing mode. She says I have a lot to learn about changing diapers and feeding babies. Dash, on the other hand, seem at times terrified, curious and jealous. Sometimes all at the same time, to the point where he’s just hopping around a big, fluffy ball of conflicting impulses. Need to get that on camera. He’s probably going to take the longest to adjust. He does not like infant crying.
Allison went to her first wellness check at the pediatrician yesterday and passed with flying colors, despite a touch of remaining jaundice. Back for more checks on Wednesday. She appears to have her days and nights out of synch, so nights have been long, but this is our second tour and we’re not harboring many illusions of rest for awhile.
Here are the things we know for sure at this point:
1. Allison’s head is much, much smaller than Ce’s
2. Allison has much more hair for now
3. Their poops both smell the same
4. It’s really hard not to take a cute photo of an infant.
Hello, Allison. Happy birthday.
After the late night drama of Cecilia’s birth, Allison’s delivery was remarkably and happily drama free. No speeding, no ER visit, no doom and gloom pronouncements and stone faced doctors. It was smiles and Christmas carols (literally carols in the operating room).
Allison officially joined us a little after nine in the morning. Aced her apgars, weighed in a more palatable7 pounds, 9 ounces (Ce was a 9 pounder) and was 20.5 inches long with a big shock of dark hair.
She was eating, sleeping and very chill yesterday. Momma was also doing very well. Cecilia was very happy to finally meet her sister and must have planted triple digit kisses on her forehead by the end of the day. We brought one of Allison’s hats home for Dash. He tried to eat it. I won’t read too much into that right now.
Here are some pictures from Day 1.
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Good-bye room 524. Tonight is the last night in the hospital and everyone is definitely anxious to get home. The staff has been great. Even the food hasn’t been too bad, but after almost five days, we’re reached a saturation point with IV lines, beeps, blips, bad cots, rough sheets, sterile bathrooms and ice chips. Cece is doing fine. She’s off the IV antibiotics (so is Chelle actually), still a bit jaundiced, but overall in robust and vigorous health. Her sweet shamrock hat is the toast of the nursery. Tomorrow we get our final check-up and if things go according to plan Dad gets to make the harrowing drive home from the hospital.
Guess we didn’t have to wait that long. After an ER visit, a lot of scary stress, some doctor murmuring and a late night flurry of activity, Miss Cecilia Marie Donohue entered the world pink, chubby (9 lbs! -where did that come from?!) and screaming. Defying all the doom, gloom and ultrasound tests, she was remarkably fine if a little pissed off. Everyone is recovering and resting comfortably.