We survived week 1!

I can't believe our little girl is already a week old!  Time flies when you're having fun, I suppose.  Or maybe it just flies when you move from sleep to feeding to diaper change to sleep to feeding to diaper change.  Something like that.

It's amazing how an entire day can go by like a second and you look back and the biggest accomplishment of the day was getting up, taking a shower and maybe squeezing in a photo shoot or trip to the pediatrician.  Or in my case, walking down the stairs once a day for a change of scenery and to eat dinner.

Gone are the days of the quick exit from the house but then again everything will be in slow motion until I'm back to speed and fully recovered.  I move around a like a turtle when I move because I'm trying to follow doctor's orders, rest up and let my incision heal.  It's quite a pain (pun intended).

about to leave the hospital

so teeny- nothing fits!

Welcome Home baby girl!

 Our first night home was a little rough to say the least.  Sophia did not want to sleep in the cradle and we tried everything to calm her down.  I finally suggested we try out the vibrating bassinet in the pack and play around 5 am and it worked like a charm.  She's been sleeping in it since.

First sponge bath

But when I'm at the end of my rope and want to cry from the slightest touch or movement at the incision site I look at my girl or cuddle her and all is well in the world.  She's totally worth it.  And funny thing is, you don't even mind waking up all night long to feed her because she's just so darn cute and you'd do anything to alleviate her discomfort when you hear that cute little baby hunger cry.  She just melts our hearts and I may sound like a broken record but despite the pain this week, it's been the most amazing week of my life to realize that our girl is here to stay and we get to watch her grow and raise her.  It's been a learning experience for Trey and I, for sure - but it's fun at the same time and we sure do feel lucky and blessed. 

sleeping angel