I hope you'll excuse my absence from the blog lately. I probably should have planned a few posts for right after E's birth, but in all honesty, I didn't really think about it.
She is the sweetest baby, and we are head-over-heels for her. I pretty much never put her down unless forced (or Dad wants to hold her).
For a few days there we were worried that she wasn't getting enough to eat (which, come to find out, happens to EVERY new parent), and both Brad and I had a bit of a freak out. My Mother-In-Law came to stay with us the last few nights, and we think that tonight we can handle it. Especially now that we know she's getting enough food (thanks to boobs that feel like 15-pound bowling balls, and baby girl's having had 4 poopy diapers already today).
There is so much to worry about! And I'm not sure medical professionals help very much. Is she cold? is she hot? Is she getting enough milk? Is she getting too much milk? Is she sleeping? Is she breathing? Is she wet? Has she pooped? When was the last time she pooped? How much poop? POOP!
I never thought I would get to a point in life where I was more concerned with someone else's bowel movements over how squishy and saggy my tummy looks. But that's what's happened.
I spend more time watching her sleep than sleeping myself (which probably isn't the best thing). Brad feeds me meals (aka crams food in my mouth), while I feed our girl.
This beautiful little girl moved into our house on Sunday and took over everything. Our space, our thoughts, and most importantly, our hearts.
We love you so much, baby Elliott!