The above pictures make me so sad. When she was a week old she came down with a cold. Her nose was completely stuffed up, and she made the tiniest little sneezes and coughs all day and night long. Cory took the photo on the left the first morning she woke up sick. Her little face says to me "Why can't I breathe?? What is happening to me??"
We handled it with true first-time-parent aplomb. Meaning, Cory stayed up all night to watch her breathe and I cried in front of the thermometers at Walgreens while the pharmacist hugged me and walked me through rectal temperature taking protocols. Yep. Everything is under control over here. She has since recovered, but it was so pitiful. Not to mention the mountain of guilt I felt--I couldn't even keep her healthy for a week! Many tears were shed over that cold.
Teeny tiny diapers and shirts and sockies! Everything is cute in miniature. I don't even mind folding her laundry because its so cute. Also, speaking of tiny diapers, this girl burns through them. Seriously. We've gone through at least 200 newborn size diapers in the past month. And I'm not even mad--I'm just impressed.
I just had to include these ones. We were trying to get a good picture of her in that dress, but she kept making the most ridiculous faces! In the one on the left she's definitely plotting something devious, and the one on the right she's telling us how she really feels about pretty dresses. That little jokester.
Once we get that routine down, perhaps I'll write it up here. Until then, just know it looks a lot like this: Breastfeed, bottle feed, pump, clean pump, repeat. Throw in a ton of baby snuggles, cuddles and kisses through out the day, and that's what we've got going on over here. Happy one month, baby girlie!