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Roxie is finally home! She spent 9 days in the NICU and came home on Sunday, March 8th. You can imagine that we've been crazy busy and insomniac-ish since then. I can't believe that in two days, Roxie will already be a month old! My baby girl is growing like a weed. In just a week she gained an inch in height and ten ounces, so she is now 17.5" and 4 pounds 12 ounces. I can't wait to see what she is at her next checkup on the 11th.
I still can't get over the fact that I am a mommy. No... I am SUPER MOMMY. Able to clean up fountains of spit up and change poopy diapers at the speed of light. That is all she does: eat, spit up, eat, sleep, spit up, cry, spit up, cry, sleep, spit up. In fact, she's fussing right now, and I think it's because she's pooping as we speak. Yet we find this amazing. Everything she does is amazing. She farts all the time, but it is adorable. Even her gas faces are photogenic. And Rob swears that she smiled for him the other day. I'm not even back to work yet and I missed something!
I finally know what my mom meant when she said I'd never feel anything quite like what a mother feels for her child. It feels like I've never loved anything so much in my life. She gives me the happy tears, which is very cliche, corny, and hormonal. :D I am also very obsessive and possessive. The only one I really want handling her or telling me what to do with her is Rob. I agree with what Rob said in his journal - I respect my parents even more now than I did before, knowing how hard it is to transition from single couple to parenthood. I don't care if you are 20 or 40 or whatever, having a baby is tough work. Still, I don't want anyone telling me how to raise her, though I've gotten plenty of advice and opinions already. I want more faith that we can do this just fine on our own. There is a lot of outside static around us right now, and all I want is for everyone to respect that we are a family of our own and are independent. All of the help that is offered is genuine and appreciated, but it is overwhelming. I think that our families are causing me to be more stressed out than Roxie herself.
I'm giving myself a hard time and I realize it. I'm in that awkward in between stage where I haven't lost all my weight yet. I can't wear my preggo clothes any more but my pre-preggo clothes are still too tight. I have already lost 12 pounds out of the 19 that I gained, but I can't believe how much 7 pounds makes a difference! It's probably because I am so short. That and I'm still swollen a little so my pants don't fit... that is my excuse for gaining all of my weight in my hips. >_< It doesn't help when my dad keeps asking when I'm going to start exercising! I think that taking care of Roxie is all the exercise I'm going to get for a while.
It was my birthday on the 19th, and I am now fabulous at 22 (made even more fabulous with pink text)! Thank you to those who remembered, I love you guys! Happy belated birthday to PIETJE (fabulous in blue, but in a manly way)! This is the first year I wasn't able to send you a card! Granted I was in the hospital... having major surgery... no excuses! :P You are OLD. Older than MOI. :D
It was a really fun birthday because Rob surprised me with tickets to the Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Seether show. Now, I don't like Seether (aside from that one song because it is very catchy), but the other two bands are my FAVE. Or at least they are up there. I had my first celebratory cocktail in Roxie's honor, but kept it just to two drinks because it was much more fun being sober and watching the drunken antics of Adam (not my brother), Kristy and Alisha. Oh my gosh they crack me up. Adam and his thrusting motion. Poor random kid I do not remember in the general area of Adam's thrusting motion. They make me realize I never want to be an alcoholic, I just want to watch them be alcoholics. The only bad part of the night was leaving Roxie with my parents for nearly six hours. I know, I'm pathetic, but I don't think I was ready for that. The concert was worth it though, and Rob and I were able to have some very rare couple time. It will only become rarer.
And now, time for more
Borrowed these from Rob's journal:
Daddy sleeping with his baby girl. Can you see the resemblance?:
Roxie with her Uncle Adam (she inherited my brother's chin):
Roxie with her Uncle Steven and Aunt Leila (aren't they adorable?):
I have realized that there are hardly any pictures of me with my baby girl. That is depressing.
Roxie is finally home! She spent 9 days in the NICU and came home on Sunday, March 8th. You can imagine that we've been crazy busy and insomniac-ish since then. I can't believe that in two days, Roxie will already be a month old! My baby girl is growing like a weed. In just a week she gained an inch in height and ten ounces, so she is now 17.5" and 4 pounds 12 ounces. I can't wait to see what she is at her next checkup on the 11th.
I still can't get over the fact that I am a mommy. No... I am SUPER MOMMY. Able to clean up fountains of spit up and change poopy diapers at the speed of light. That is all she does: eat, spit up, eat, sleep, spit up, cry, spit up, cry, sleep, spit up. In fact, she's fussing right now, and I think it's because she's pooping as we speak. Yet we find this amazing. Everything she does is amazing. She farts all the time, but it is adorable. Even her gas faces are photogenic. And Rob swears that she smiled for him the other day. I'm not even back to work yet and I missed something!
I finally know what my mom meant when she said I'd never feel anything quite like what a mother feels for her child. It feels like I've never loved anything so much in my life. She gives me the happy tears, which is very cliche, corny, and hormonal. :D I am also very obsessive and possessive. The only one I really want handling her or telling me what to do with her is Rob. I agree with what Rob said in his journal - I respect my parents even more now than I did before, knowing how hard it is to transition from single couple to parenthood. I don't care if you are 20 or 40 or whatever, having a baby is tough work. Still, I don't want anyone telling me how to raise her, though I've gotten plenty of advice and opinions already. I want more faith that we can do this just fine on our own. There is a lot of outside static around us right now, and all I want is for everyone to respect that we are a family of our own and are independent. All of the help that is offered is genuine and appreciated, but it is overwhelming. I think that our families are causing me to be more stressed out than Roxie herself.
I'm giving myself a hard time and I realize it. I'm in that awkward in between stage where I haven't lost all my weight yet. I can't wear my preggo clothes any more but my pre-preggo clothes are still too tight. I have already lost 12 pounds out of the 19 that I gained, but I can't believe how much 7 pounds makes a difference! It's probably because I am so short. That and I'm still swollen a little so my pants don't fit... that is my excuse for gaining all of my weight in my hips. >_< It doesn't help when my dad keeps asking when I'm going to start exercising! I think that taking care of Roxie is all the exercise I'm going to get for a while.
It was my birthday on the 19th, and I am now fabulous at 22 (made even more fabulous with pink text)! Thank you to those who remembered, I love you guys! Happy belated birthday to PIETJE (fabulous in blue, but in a manly way)! This is the first year I wasn't able to send you a card! Granted I was in the hospital... having major surgery... no excuses! :P You are OLD. Older than MOI. :D
It was a really fun birthday because Rob surprised me with tickets to the Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Seether show. Now, I don't like Seether (aside from that one song because it is very catchy), but the other two bands are my FAVE. Or at least they are up there. I had my first celebratory cocktail in Roxie's honor, but kept it just to two drinks because it was much more fun being sober and watching the drunken antics of Adam (not my brother), Kristy and Alisha. Oh my gosh they crack me up. Adam and his thrusting motion. Poor random kid I do not remember in the general area of Adam's thrusting motion. They make me realize I never want to be an alcoholic, I just want to watch them be alcoholics. The only bad part of the night was leaving Roxie with my parents for nearly six hours. I know, I'm pathetic, but I don't think I was ready for that. The concert was worth it though, and Rob and I were able to have some very rare couple time. It will only become rarer.
And now, time for more
Borrowed these from Rob's journal:
Daddy sleeping with his baby girl. Can you see the resemblance?:
Roxie with her Uncle Adam (she inherited my brother's chin):
Roxie with her Uncle Steven and Aunt Leila (aren't they adorable?):
I have realized that there are hardly any pictures of me with my baby girl. That is depressing.