When the crying stopped, Jerry turned to me in the dark and said, "I hope they never leave."
Alli went for her first doctor's appointment yesterday afternoon, and I'm happy to report that she is healthy and gaining weight. Granted, it's just an ounce, but it feels pretty great to know that my boobs provided enough nourishment to foster that ounce. Go boobs.
Getting her out the door was an adventure in itself. Strapping her into the car seat takes an army. There are so many latches and buckles and belts that you'd think she was a high-profile criminal being transported out of a maximum security prison for her trial.
The smallest things feel like gigantic successes. Like being able to take a shower and brush my hair. And at the risk of sounding incredibly weird to those not in the know, going to the bathroom. That first time felt like a major accomplishment.
Moms, I know you understand.
.............................................................................By the way, sorry about the comment problem yesterday. I think my aunt changed it so they had to be approved after the oh-so-lovely "Your baby looks like an alien regurgitated it" comments. Actually, that would've been an improvement. I mean, if you're going to insult an infant, you've got to at least get creative. Anyway, I changed it back so the comments should appear automatically. Sure, I might be inviting more insults, but not even Jesus himself could convince me my little girl isn't absolutely perfect -- stinky diapers and all.