I'm still not sleeping so great. I get the luxury of going upstairs, putting on some white noise so I can't hear what's going on downstairs, and having 6.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Do I actually sleep? Some. Definitely not 6.5 hours worth. And it's not peaceful either. What the heck? I feel like I'm treating my brain pretty well these days, so it needs to calm down and chill so it's owner can snooze.
When I picked Aubrey up at 9a.m. to feed her, her diaper had leaked on her pajamas so I got to feed a nekkid baby this morning. ;) I just marvel at the little chub rolls on her legs, her plump belly, her strong arms. When I think back to the day she was born it just about gives me a panic attack: all bones and no meat, her skin a fiery red color because it was so thin you could trace the path of each capillary through it like a messy road map. People tell me to just not think about those days, that it was scary and hard and that time is behind us now. Look at how wonderful she looks now! Don't dwell on the past! When I look at her now-smooth pink skin and that little bit of normal baby fat, I can't help but think about how far she's come. I gaze down at the diapered miracle I'm holding and am in awe of what our God can do. He knew, even we she was a perfect little nothing at 1 pound 9 ounces, struggling to breathe, that she would grow to be a 9 pound monster baby and be breathing easily on her own and downing bottles at lightening speed. He knew that her mama and daddy would survive 4 months in the hospital and still need each other like oxygen and still have their sanity intact (for the most part). I do wish, however, on about October 21, 2012, that He would have clued me in to all this. I guess that's why He's all-knowing and we aren't. That whole omniscience thing would prove to be a help sometimes, wouldn't it?
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| Gosh she's cute. And she does good stink-eye too. :) |
In honor of it being St. Patrick's day and the fact that I would love to go back to Ireland and take my little redheaded baby one day, here's your Irish word of the day: míorúilt. English translation: miracle.
-Keli
10p.m.
We spent the afternoon at my parents' house, and my mom's parents got to come see Aubrey and hold her and spoil her. They're so special. They have to live to be 150 so that Aubrey gets to have them as long as I have. My nephews got to see her too, and Ephraim had to sit on the floor to eat his lunch so that he could talk to Aubrey as she sat in her little swing seat.
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| Ephraim and Aubrey watching each other |
We still aren't in the clear to take her out around big groups of people, so we didn't go to church this morning. There was a wedding shower at the church this afternoon though, so I went with my mom to that for a little while so I could see everyone. They all asked about Aubrey and said they can't wait to meet her. We'll ask the pediatrician on Friday when we might be able to go to church; hopefully in a week or two we will have waited out cold and flu season.
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| With my Nana and Papa |
-Keli
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