We have been home since Sunday afternoon. Things are going well. I think we all are getting used to things:

Baby (we are still working on her blog name)

She rarely cries, but definitely knows how to do it when the time is right. She stares intently and loves to be held. She had been taking 3 oz of formula every 3 hours in the hospital. Since we got home, she is changing a bit. Sometimes she takes forever to finish a bottle; sometimes only taking half of it. But, she is still pretty predictable on her timing; which amazes us. In fact, the last 2 nights she went 5 hours between feedings. We actually had to go into her room and feed her before she cried. She was fast asleep. We are glad she is sleeping so well, but we do not feel comfortable with her going more than 5 hours between feedings at this point. So, we wake her up. She eats and we are all happy.

Pookie

He seems to have accepted the Baby and acts like she has always been with us. We have seen him gently poke her tummy or pet her hair, as if to see if she is a real baby. He likes her new stroller, which includes an attached boogie board for him or Geetle to ride on.

Geetle

Lets just say it. Her life now revolves around the baby. And she loves it. She wants to make sure she gets to see the baby before school. She asks all sorts of questions about the baby and her gear. She will run and fetch anything we ask her to get, as long as its baby-related. She thinks constantly about the baby. Today when I announced that we were going to the park, Geetle looked worried and said, with great alarm in her voice, “what about the baby?!”

BAGD

The man is a machine. He has been taking very good care of us this week. The baby thinks he is funny. She has made a few half smile at him already. He thinks the baby is amazing too.

BAGM

I really wish I had delivered vaginally. Really. This whole recovery thing is starting to make me mad. I have 4 different zones of pain…my swollen feet, my abdomen/incision, my boobs and my shoulders/neck. I won’t write any more about it, because it frustrates me. I just am not used to being inconvenienced by pain. I have alot of things I need and want to do and it makes me mad to be unable to do them.

So, all in all, we are doing great.