I haven't blogged in ages. Facebook has sort of become my "unpersonal" blog, but this one is where I'd like to put more details and such for our memories. Especially mine. My brain does NOT remember things well at ALL, so I need stories and pictures to jog my memory from time to time.
Savannah will be 10 months old on July 22nd. I can't believe it. It feels like I just brought her home. It has been very bittersweet for me to see her grow up so quickly. She's gorgeous, healthy (so chubby!) and strong. I love her with all my heart. I've been terrible about keeping track of her baby "firsts," but she's been saying "da da" for a long time now. It's really funny bc you can say, "say ma ma!" and she immediately responds "da da da da da" EVERY time. Cracks me up. Just as well, because I already hear "mom" about 300x/day from the boys, heh heh. But of course who am I kidding--I'd love to hear her say "ma ma"! I try to take moments and just look at her and cuddle on her and savor my time with her being small. She's our last baby, and pair that with the fact that she's our first girl, makes for one emotional me! My last pregnancy was pretty tough on me (blood sugar scare which I ended up passing, as well as UTI and kidney stone stuff requiring a trip to the urologist after delivery and CAT scan of my abdomen. Found out I have a small umbellical hernia and some kind of calcified "fleck" in my kidney, both for which I was advised not to worry. Hmm). As lame as that was, I was almost grateful for that because it helped solidify my choice (and Reuben's too) to get my tubes tied during my cesarean. I felt like it was God's way of helping me know it was the right time for us. I turned 38 a few months after I had her, so that meant if I had a 4th child I'd be at least 40! Yikes! No thanks. I'm too old for this, haha. I do think if I had married younger, I may have gone for a 4th (they say after you have 3, it's not too bad from that point on bc your oldest can help/do things for himself). Guess I'll never know that! For now it's 3 kids under 5 and it's pretty tough some days. Ok I'm getting off on a tangent again! Back to Savannah. She has 2 of her bottom teeth, right in the middle, and they are stinkin' adorable. She is already a tiny diva. She will NOT eat something if she doesn't like it. She STILL refuses to take formula, although after MONTHS of offering binkies, bottles, and sippy cups, she will finally drink water out of a bottle or a sippy. This has only been going on for maybe a month? I tried sneaking formula into her bottle during her lunch the other day. She took 2 gulps, then realized it wasn't water and refused to drink ANY more. Argh! This girl! I am ready to start weaning her but so far, I'm not able to! I never had this trouble with the boys, ever. She has been able to sit up unassisted for a while now, and is awesome at rolling around to get to wherever she wants to go. It is so cute seeing her little rolly self all over the floor. Just in the last week or so she's been figuring out the army crawling thing...using elbows and toes to sort of scoot around on the floor. I think she weighs about 19 pounds (I need to go find her 9 month doctor stats), and is larger than average for her weight and height.
Ian is 3 and is either the cutest, sweetest boy you've ever seen or a complete emotional mess! LOL! For both he and Jase, it wasn't terrible 2's, it's terrible 3's! He makes the best grumpy faces you've ever seen! I wish I could get a picture of one because it's pretty freaking hilarious. I'm trying to put a stop to toy-throwing and hitting, though! He and Jase loooove to wrestle, run around screaming, fight, etc. They do have cute moments of playing well together, too. But I'd say they fight more than they play! It's a competition, man! Ok back to Ian. He's my small baby. We just had his 3 year old well-child visit and he was in the 30 percentile for his weight, hee hee. But he's grown taller! He still has moments where he wants mommy and still loves to cuddle up in my lap (while watching TV, while I'm eating, etc). Lately he'll come up to me and hug on me and tell me that he loves me. Ahhh, those are the moments I love. He did that to me last night while I was putting him to bed and I wanted to stay in that moment even longer. He's growing up, too. He loves anything with wheels, and if you get him separated from Jase he will play with cars/trucks for a long time! It's so cute. He's really loving the Disney movie CARS, and his favorite is Mater. He is also way into baseball caps. He won't leave the house without one on!
Jase is my oldest and such a handsome boy! Gracious me. He finished up his 2nd year of preschool this spring (year 1 he did academics with our neighbor, Joanne, who I loved; year 2 he did a music/art school where each month they focused on a different country). Both were 2.5 hours/twice per week for about $70-80/mo. He's all registered for Kindergarten this fall, and I am still in shock that he'll be starting "real" school! They only have 2 kindergarten teachers here, so they did little assessments to see where the kids were at in May. Jase got every question right except one. (I think he didn't know what an Octogon was--or a hexagon). I could tell the teacher was pretty impressed. He is one smart cookie, for real. I am thankful he is so smart but it also has its challenges! He outsmarts me all the time and sometimes I feel like he's already 15 years old instead of 5! He can do so many "boy" things that I can't do (like hook up our boat to the SUV, unlock our garage doors from the opener, etc), it is pretty funny! Reuben teaches him every chance he gets! I love that Reuben is one of those "i can fix anything or at least figure it out" guys, bc Jase is fascinated with how things work and the "whys" behind everything. Some of my friends with kids of their own are shocked to know all the things Jase can do and what all he gets into. Like keys. Don't leave any keys lying around, heaven help us. He will figure out what they are for, start it up and drive it around! LOL. We have tried to hide them in all kinds of places and he finds ALL the hiding spots. Grrrr.... He is a pretty good helper, too. He likes to have things to do and keep busy. Jase is one of the tallest boys in town! At the kindergarten round-up thing he was a few inches taller than everyone else (except one other boy in our ward, who's about the same exact age and height). People think he is older than he really is! He loves music (right now he is listening to my iPod and dancing around) and he also seems to enjoy singing, too (must get that from me, hee hee).
What's new with me? Two months ago I started training for a 5K using an app called "Couch to 5K." I didn't time it right and I was still 2 weeks shy of finishing my training by the time race day was here. I was nervous. The other "problem" was I had only trained on the treadmill and not on the real road! And my shoes were NOT good. Well, my goal for race day was to just keep a jogging pace, no matter how slow. The last mile was pretty tough, but I finished the race jogging the entire time! My time was a 14.8 minute mile. I was way happy with that! Especially since I haven't done a 5K in like 15 years! I am hoping to continue doing races here and there, but I really gotta get me some new shoes! By the way, Jase knew I was going to do it so he expressed interest in running the 1 mile. We let him do it and he did awesome! I can't remember his time but I think it was 12 or 13 minutes! He beat me, heh heh. We were so proud of him. Reuben actually is the guy who is in charge of the race for our town's 4th of July. He did a great job getting everything in place this year (this is his 3rd year doing it). I think he likes doing it, but having a day job that is sooo busy makes it hard for him to find the time he needs to be the race director. Not sure he will be able to do it next year, but we'll see. Lots can change by then.
Another cool thing I did this year was attend a class on Recording Studios and the music industry. I almost chickened out and didn't do it, but I'm extremely glad I did. I learned a TON of info and was able to record an official demo. We got one hour to record a song of our choice. Let me tell you it was total hell for me to choose a freaking song. I stressed out of my MIND about it. Ugh. I ended up recording "Over the Rainbow" (Katherine McPhee version). I haven't listened to it in a while bc the more I listen, I want to go back and fix a bunch of stuff I can hear...but when it was first done I was so excited sitting there hearing the playback! I had dreamed about recording a song in a real studio for years and years, and I finally was doing it! Now I want to go back and record more, when I can afford it. I think i will be less nervous the 2nd time around now that I have that under my belt. We were also given a list of people in the industry that accept demos and I haven't sent mine to one person. Not on purpose, I just have forgotten! What is my problem! Anyway, I guess I was thinking I should record one more before I start sending songs off to people??? I don't know. I'm sure it's just me being paranoid. However, I have tried out for a couple singing contests in the meantime...both online. I tried out to sing a couple demo tracks for a karaoke company and currently I'm waiting to hear back on a contest that has to do with singing an inspirational song. I didn't get the first one but maybe 2nd time's a charm? Ha ha, we'll see.
Showing posts with label savannah year 1. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 14, 2013
Welcome Baby Savannah
I haven't posted in months, but I wanted to take the time to write down what I can remember from the baby's birth before I forget everything! It's already been 9 days and memories are fading fast.
I had to get up about 4:30am on Saturday to get ready to be at the hospital for my third cesarean. Grandma Jenith kindly came over the night before to take care of Jase and Ian for us while I would be in the hospital. Huge relief to know your kids are safe, happy, and sound while you're away.
As usual I was a ball of nerves getting ready. I also made sure to slap on a little bit of makeup this time since I've gained these lovely face splotches (pregnancy mask) from my pregnancies that I like to attempt to cover up--even though the makeup doesn't help much. Ok back to the story...So this entire pregnancy had really been surreal for me. It just never seemed like I was REALLY going to have a baby! Since becoming pregnant, Reuben had switched jobs which also meant our insurance had changed and I had to deliver at a "new" hospital (a much smaller one than I was used to). I was lucky enough to snag a quick tour of the place a couple weeks prior, so at least I had some idea of where I'd be staying this time 'round.
Reub and I pulled into the parking lot right on time and just walked right in. They had me do a little bit of paperwork then next thing ya know I was changing into the hospital gown. Yikes. Things were getting pretty real pretty fast. My prep nurse was a woman probably in her 50's or so, nice, friendly...but it was soon to be discovered that she was what I call a "second-guesser." First she tried putting the IV into my forearm (ideal place) and after one try she gave up on that and decided to put it into my hand (not ideal). She got the IV in without much trouble, but then informed me she had to take a few vials of blood from it. For some reason it seemed to go on and on and the torture was almost unbearable. I started getting sweaty, clammy palms, and super nauseous. She kept apologizing and repeating how shocked she was that it was taking so much time to get the blood she needed. Ugh. Finally, the torture ended. Only to my horror, she notices that the IV is not dripping into my veins! Lovely. I am already planning revenge in my head because I'm thinking "she is NOT going to redo this IV" when she calls in a fellow nurse to come try and solve this new problem. After a few minutes, the other nurse realized that the IV would drip as long as I bent my hand down at the wrist. If I flexed my wrist, it cut off the IV drip. Great. So I get to have a bent hand throughout this entire procedure? Deal, if it means I don't have to get another IV (hahaha). Well turns out after a few mintues the vein opened up and I didn't have to bend my hand any longer! Phew. They made me put on a lovely hair cap, had Reuben all suited up as well, and put those compression "air" boots on my calves (they help prevent blood clots), then wheeled me into the operating room.
The anesthesiologist was so nice and informative. She talked me through the entire process about what could happen with a spinal. Ironically, pretty much everything she warned me about happened (we'll get to that later, though). I am pretty sure I had an epidural with Ian's delivery (for sure had one with Jase's), but she was saying most ppl do spinals for c-sections. I am still convinced her spinal was my first one. Anyway, it didn't hurt much at all (just feels really weird and uncomfortable when they do it, but it's fairly quick). She had me sit up and lean into Reuben while she did it. It's just so bizarre being in this sterile, surgical room knowing soon you'll be having your baby in there! Ugh. Not my favorite. I am pretty jealous of all the moms who get to have normal deliveries. I did get to sort of experience some of that with Jase...up until the part when he wouldn't actually come out, heh heh, but I digress...Soon after the spinal my legs started tingling very quickly. They did the catheter, which I couldn't feel at all (good thing) and very soon after I could not feel anything from the chest down. To me, having a c-section is like being at the dentist, except 10x more terrifying. It's like you're hoping you're numb, but you're worrying WHAT IF I'm not numb and I feel them cutting into my body!? Scary.
They didn't even tell me that they had started the procedure but it had been a few minutes so I asked and they said, "Yes, we already started and we are about to pull the baby out!" I barely felt a thing at all. I did start to feel nauseous so I told the anesthesiologist and she gave me something that knocked that out and then I felt better. She had also mentioned that sometimes the spinal will numb your diaphragm a bit and make it almost feel like you can't breathe. I had that sensation as well, but it didn't scare me bc she had prepped me for it, so I just focused on taking slow, deep breaths. Next thing you know they got the baby out and I begged for someone to tell me if it were truly a girl (to which my doctor replied "yes") and I was sooo happy! I could hear her crying as they took her immediately into the next room to check her out and clean her up a bit. Now I can't remember if they even showed her to me before they took her--oh yes, wait, I think they did and I remember a ton of dark, dark hair! Hooray for a baby girl with hair! Reuben was still sitting next to my head for a few minutes and then he asked if he could go with the baby (and so he did). Then I was on my own. While they were stitching me back up, I started feeling major yuck-o. Like nausea city. Oh man. I remember them telling me they were going to move me from the operating table back to the bed and that it would feel like they were going to drop me on the floor but that they would not drop me (it totally does feel like they will drop you, by the way)! I barely got the words "I'm going to throw up" out of my mouth and they had some sort of cup at my mouth and I started puking. YUCK. The entire time they are wheeling me down the hall back to my room, I am throwing up over and over and over. This was a first for me. Luckily, I was numb all the way down, so at least it didn't physically hurt to throw up, it was just disgusting. And a bit embarrassing. They got me back to the room and I think I remember them bringing me the baby rather quickly. She was so tiny and beautiful! I tried to get her to eat but she was having NONE of that. It was a few hours later before she showed any interest in eating at all. Reub and I were worried, but they said some babies just aren't hungry right off the bat.
It's frustrating to me right now trying to type this all out, bc it's already hard for me to remember details and this all happened only 9 days ago. I think day 1 is the hardest to remember because I was so sick all day and super tired (I kept falling asleep mid-sentence while speaking to people). I think the tiredness was due to the anesthesia because to my surprise, at the end of the day I found out I hadn't been given any pain meds at all (I thought the entire time they were giving me morphine in my IV)! Nuts! My mom came up with Jase and Ian to meet the baby later that morning--I know my mom was over the moon excited to meet her 2nd granddaughter! The boys were cute and excited to meet their little sister as well. We took some videos and pics while they were there, and it was kind of neat to know our little family is now complete. I was still feeling super tired and the room would kind of spin if I moved my head too much and I was a little worried I might drop the baby! From what I remember, I had her underneath my hospital gown just resting on my chest. At some point they took her and really bathed her (up until then she still had that white stuff on her from birth...I guess they just sort of toweled her off after she was born?). Reuben's parents came to visit baby Sav on her "birth" day as well. I think this is grandchild #32 for them! What! Ha ha. I tried to eat some chicken noodle soup for lunch and after a couple bites, I started vomiting again! Bah! By about 7pm, I was starving and starting to feel MUCH better. I ordered a turkey sandwich that came with a huge mound of fries. I remember thinking, "I probably should not eat this" but I was so hungry I woofed down EVERYTHING. And guess what? It all stayed down! Ha! After that I was fine--no more nausea.
Sunday Jerel and Crystal came to visit, as well as Reuben's sister Julie and her family. Later that day, an old friend from college (who I literally haven't seen in yearsss) came to visit and brought me some Twix bars, cookies, and magazines! She is the best and it was so fun to see her!
It was day #3 at the hospital and I was able to move around fairly well, so we asked if we could go home. I was still teetering with this decision...but it didn't really matter much anyways bc my mom had to go back to work, which meant Reuben would have to go home with the kids and I'd be all alone in the hospital if I stayed an extra day. Also, the day nurse (we called her the bull in a china closet) was super loud and obnoxious (though nice) and I couldn't take her any longer! While she ran off to get us discharged, we both started packing up stuff and I guess from my moving around a little too much I started getting major pains. Oops. It felt like my incision area/internal organs were on fire. Not fun. But I am not very good about taking the full doses of pain meds, so that is my own fault. After a few hours they determined we could leave, so we did. We put the baby into her sweet going home outfit, and headed off in the car to stop at Walgreens to fill some prescriptions for me. It really hit me in the car that I was taking a new baby home and I was going to have to be new mommy all over again. Thrilled, scared, tired, overwhelmed...all those emotions just hit me like a ton of bricks and I just cried, most of the way home. I am so grateful she is a healthy baby. I worry so much during my pregnancy, so it's a huge relief to me when she's born with all her fingers and toes, can hear, can eat, and can breathe on her own. She did have to deal with jaundice (but so did her brothers when they were born) and we had to take her to the pediatrician a few times to be tested, as well as having her bloodwork done at the hospital. But we were able to avoid needing the bilirubin lights or any hospitalization, so that was good.
The best thing about a new baby is that they sleep...a lot (except at night, ha)...at least for the first couple of weeks. So that really helps transition everyone into "baby mode" without too much stress. People in my neighborhood and ward (church group) were awesome and brought meals and gifts for a few days...I was overwhelmed at how NICE everyone was being to me and I appreciated it sooo much. I decided that I will definitely give back when the time comes. :)
She was born at 8:18 am, 19" long, weighing 8 lbs (though there is some discrepancy on this! The nurses logged it into the system as 8 lbs, 4 oz. (wait, I think it was Reub that said that is what the scale said when they weighed her), but her card on her incubator said 8 lbs. We decided to just go with the 8. Oh, and her head measured 36 centimeters.
Welcome baby Savannah. Now our family is complete.
I had to get up about 4:30am on Saturday to get ready to be at the hospital for my third cesarean. Grandma Jenith kindly came over the night before to take care of Jase and Ian for us while I would be in the hospital. Huge relief to know your kids are safe, happy, and sound while you're away.
As usual I was a ball of nerves getting ready. I also made sure to slap on a little bit of makeup this time since I've gained these lovely face splotches (pregnancy mask) from my pregnancies that I like to attempt to cover up--even though the makeup doesn't help much. Ok back to the story...So this entire pregnancy had really been surreal for me. It just never seemed like I was REALLY going to have a baby! Since becoming pregnant, Reuben had switched jobs which also meant our insurance had changed and I had to deliver at a "new" hospital (a much smaller one than I was used to). I was lucky enough to snag a quick tour of the place a couple weeks prior, so at least I had some idea of where I'd be staying this time 'round.
Reub and I pulled into the parking lot right on time and just walked right in. They had me do a little bit of paperwork then next thing ya know I was changing into the hospital gown. Yikes. Things were getting pretty real pretty fast. My prep nurse was a woman probably in her 50's or so, nice, friendly...but it was soon to be discovered that she was what I call a "second-guesser." First she tried putting the IV into my forearm (ideal place) and after one try she gave up on that and decided to put it into my hand (not ideal). She got the IV in without much trouble, but then informed me she had to take a few vials of blood from it. For some reason it seemed to go on and on and the torture was almost unbearable. I started getting sweaty, clammy palms, and super nauseous. She kept apologizing and repeating how shocked she was that it was taking so much time to get the blood she needed. Ugh. Finally, the torture ended. Only to my horror, she notices that the IV is not dripping into my veins! Lovely. I am already planning revenge in my head because I'm thinking "she is NOT going to redo this IV" when she calls in a fellow nurse to come try and solve this new problem. After a few minutes, the other nurse realized that the IV would drip as long as I bent my hand down at the wrist. If I flexed my wrist, it cut off the IV drip. Great. So I get to have a bent hand throughout this entire procedure? Deal, if it means I don't have to get another IV (hahaha). Well turns out after a few mintues the vein opened up and I didn't have to bend my hand any longer! Phew. They made me put on a lovely hair cap, had Reuben all suited up as well, and put those compression "air" boots on my calves (they help prevent blood clots), then wheeled me into the operating room.
The anesthesiologist was so nice and informative. She talked me through the entire process about what could happen with a spinal. Ironically, pretty much everything she warned me about happened (we'll get to that later, though). I am pretty sure I had an epidural with Ian's delivery (for sure had one with Jase's), but she was saying most ppl do spinals for c-sections. I am still convinced her spinal was my first one. Anyway, it didn't hurt much at all (just feels really weird and uncomfortable when they do it, but it's fairly quick). She had me sit up and lean into Reuben while she did it. It's just so bizarre being in this sterile, surgical room knowing soon you'll be having your baby in there! Ugh. Not my favorite. I am pretty jealous of all the moms who get to have normal deliveries. I did get to sort of experience some of that with Jase...up until the part when he wouldn't actually come out, heh heh, but I digress...Soon after the spinal my legs started tingling very quickly. They did the catheter, which I couldn't feel at all (good thing) and very soon after I could not feel anything from the chest down. To me, having a c-section is like being at the dentist, except 10x more terrifying. It's like you're hoping you're numb, but you're worrying WHAT IF I'm not numb and I feel them cutting into my body!? Scary.
They didn't even tell me that they had started the procedure but it had been a few minutes so I asked and they said, "Yes, we already started and we are about to pull the baby out!" I barely felt a thing at all. I did start to feel nauseous so I told the anesthesiologist and she gave me something that knocked that out and then I felt better. She had also mentioned that sometimes the spinal will numb your diaphragm a bit and make it almost feel like you can't breathe. I had that sensation as well, but it didn't scare me bc she had prepped me for it, so I just focused on taking slow, deep breaths. Next thing you know they got the baby out and I begged for someone to tell me if it were truly a girl (to which my doctor replied "yes") and I was sooo happy! I could hear her crying as they took her immediately into the next room to check her out and clean her up a bit. Now I can't remember if they even showed her to me before they took her--oh yes, wait, I think they did and I remember a ton of dark, dark hair! Hooray for a baby girl with hair! Reuben was still sitting next to my head for a few minutes and then he asked if he could go with the baby (and so he did). Then I was on my own. While they were stitching me back up, I started feeling major yuck-o. Like nausea city. Oh man. I remember them telling me they were going to move me from the operating table back to the bed and that it would feel like they were going to drop me on the floor but that they would not drop me (it totally does feel like they will drop you, by the way)! I barely got the words "I'm going to throw up" out of my mouth and they had some sort of cup at my mouth and I started puking. YUCK. The entire time they are wheeling me down the hall back to my room, I am throwing up over and over and over. This was a first for me. Luckily, I was numb all the way down, so at least it didn't physically hurt to throw up, it was just disgusting. And a bit embarrassing. They got me back to the room and I think I remember them bringing me the baby rather quickly. She was so tiny and beautiful! I tried to get her to eat but she was having NONE of that. It was a few hours later before she showed any interest in eating at all. Reub and I were worried, but they said some babies just aren't hungry right off the bat.
It's frustrating to me right now trying to type this all out, bc it's already hard for me to remember details and this all happened only 9 days ago. I think day 1 is the hardest to remember because I was so sick all day and super tired (I kept falling asleep mid-sentence while speaking to people). I think the tiredness was due to the anesthesia because to my surprise, at the end of the day I found out I hadn't been given any pain meds at all (I thought the entire time they were giving me morphine in my IV)! Nuts! My mom came up with Jase and Ian to meet the baby later that morning--I know my mom was over the moon excited to meet her 2nd granddaughter! The boys were cute and excited to meet their little sister as well. We took some videos and pics while they were there, and it was kind of neat to know our little family is now complete. I was still feeling super tired and the room would kind of spin if I moved my head too much and I was a little worried I might drop the baby! From what I remember, I had her underneath my hospital gown just resting on my chest. At some point they took her and really bathed her (up until then she still had that white stuff on her from birth...I guess they just sort of toweled her off after she was born?). Reuben's parents came to visit baby Sav on her "birth" day as well. I think this is grandchild #32 for them! What! Ha ha. I tried to eat some chicken noodle soup for lunch and after a couple bites, I started vomiting again! Bah! By about 7pm, I was starving and starting to feel MUCH better. I ordered a turkey sandwich that came with a huge mound of fries. I remember thinking, "I probably should not eat this" but I was so hungry I woofed down EVERYTHING. And guess what? It all stayed down! Ha! After that I was fine--no more nausea.
Sunday Jerel and Crystal came to visit, as well as Reuben's sister Julie and her family. Later that day, an old friend from college (who I literally haven't seen in yearsss) came to visit and brought me some Twix bars, cookies, and magazines! She is the best and it was so fun to see her!
It was day #3 at the hospital and I was able to move around fairly well, so we asked if we could go home. I was still teetering with this decision...but it didn't really matter much anyways bc my mom had to go back to work, which meant Reuben would have to go home with the kids and I'd be all alone in the hospital if I stayed an extra day. Also, the day nurse (we called her the bull in a china closet) was super loud and obnoxious (though nice) and I couldn't take her any longer! While she ran off to get us discharged, we both started packing up stuff and I guess from my moving around a little too much I started getting major pains. Oops. It felt like my incision area/internal organs were on fire. Not fun. But I am not very good about taking the full doses of pain meds, so that is my own fault. After a few hours they determined we could leave, so we did. We put the baby into her sweet going home outfit, and headed off in the car to stop at Walgreens to fill some prescriptions for me. It really hit me in the car that I was taking a new baby home and I was going to have to be new mommy all over again. Thrilled, scared, tired, overwhelmed...all those emotions just hit me like a ton of bricks and I just cried, most of the way home. I am so grateful she is a healthy baby. I worry so much during my pregnancy, so it's a huge relief to me when she's born with all her fingers and toes, can hear, can eat, and can breathe on her own. She did have to deal with jaundice (but so did her brothers when they were born) and we had to take her to the pediatrician a few times to be tested, as well as having her bloodwork done at the hospital. But we were able to avoid needing the bilirubin lights or any hospitalization, so that was good.
The best thing about a new baby is that they sleep...a lot (except at night, ha)...at least for the first couple of weeks. So that really helps transition everyone into "baby mode" without too much stress. People in my neighborhood and ward (church group) were awesome and brought meals and gifts for a few days...I was overwhelmed at how NICE everyone was being to me and I appreciated it sooo much. I decided that I will definitely give back when the time comes. :)
She was born at 8:18 am, 19" long, weighing 8 lbs (though there is some discrepancy on this! The nurses logged it into the system as 8 lbs, 4 oz. (wait, I think it was Reub that said that is what the scale said when they weighed her), but her card on her incubator said 8 lbs. We decided to just go with the 8. Oh, and her head measured 36 centimeters.
Welcome baby Savannah. Now our family is complete.
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