9 months, 16 days, 12 hours, 45 minutes old
Two in case you haven’t noticed[s].
- I have a LOT of odds and ends posts that I’ve been saving, haven’t gotten around too, or have been otherwise held up on and am getting to them in fits and bursts. Is that a saying?
- I recently uploaded pics from both Tony’s phone and mine. Like, a year and a half worth of pics. I’ll start with Tony’s. View his full collection here.
I was in early labor!
At Off Our Rocker in January.
Jordan and Becky outside of his new apartment.
The view from his balcony.
On Easter Sunday….fell asleep during service.
Just last week.
…to be continued with my phone. Probably later tonight.
7 days, 5 hours, 42 minutes old
Ali was one week old at 6:49 this morning. We have, are, and will continue to survive. That’s good to know
Catching flies at six days old.
Daddy bought this onesie for Christmas…Ali’s first present!
She LOVES her fingers. And yesterday I caught her sucking her thumb.*
This is where she looks just like daddy, it’s all in the one-eyed squint.
Conked out after feeding.
Last night her umbilical cord fell off. The remaining belly looks so painful, but I guess that’s the way life goes. Pics to come, probably.
* I sucked my thumb until I was twelve years old. Which is very embarrassing to admit! I only stopped when I got a herbst (a lovely piece of orthodontia that involves top and bottom retainers hinged together with a key to screw the top one further apart every week and widen the roof of one’s mouth) and could no longer fit my thumb in. I’d prefer Ali suck something that can be taken away…like a pacifier.
5 days, 6 hours, 47 minutes old
Yesterday Grandmere came to see Ali, the first she’s been able to since Tuesday. Since then Billie’s been both up to San Juan Island and down to do a talk in Oregon. That after she just returned from two plus weeks in Paris and London on Sunday. With her was a package of the cutest stuff from Ali’s Great Aunt Mary. Notice the giraffe in the pic below. It plays music and Ali loves it. You can almost see how entranced she was!
We’ve been four nights home now and it really hasn’t been so bad. Note to Cynthia: No, she’s definitely not one of those that sleeps through the night straight off and I don’t haveto wake her up to feed. She does that just fine! Nursing puts her right to sleep though, which is good and bad. On one hand she’s out like a light, on the other she’s up and hungry again 90 minutes to two hours later. But I think that’s how it’s supposed to be, so I have no complaints. The hardest time for me so far has been evenings and early night. That’s when I am just absolutely beat (I haven’t yet managed a nap during the day, even though she seems to sleep almost non-stop through the afternoon), so Tony has been doinghisbest to get me a couple hours from nine to midnight or so and then I do the rest of the night. Which really just means a change and a feed (or maybe cleaning up a blow out) two of three times. I am so glad she’s a summer baby. By four-thirty the sun is up and it feels like we’ve made it. I can’t imagine it being dark until seven…and then getting dark again at four-thirty!
These are a couple pictures I snapped about an hour ago. She looks so much older already, with her cheeks beginning to fill out. Too bad I didn’t use the flash in all of them, please excuse the darkness and lack of clarity.
Now to start thinking about getting dressed. Or showered. Or lunch. Where to begin?
5 days, 6 hours, 17 minutes old
Some pictures of….Friday? I don’t know they’re all starting to run together. The first couple may be Thursday (three days old) and I knowthe last two are Friday at her first doctor’s appointment. Tony’s been working, more or less, non-stop (between changing, holding, and attempting sleep). No time off for this daddy. Luckily he’s a good multi-tasker [see below].
4 days, 23 hours, 18 minutes old
I’m breaking that whole "sleep while your baby is sleeping rule." I’m finding that a hard one to follow at times. More on that at a later date. I also hope to write a bit about labor and Ali’s birth. I guess when I get a chance. Until then, stay tuned. Also, thank you so much, to everyone, for all your supprt, words of encouragment, congratulations, exclamations (she is the cutest!), and general contact. So many of you live far away and it helps us immensely to feel connected.
On a side note: we had our first doctor’s appointment yesterday. We’ve decided to use the family practitioner Tony began seeing this year. The appointment went well and was pretty routine. We hovered and attempted comforting like the nervous newbies we are. Ali’s doing great, she weighed in at 6lbs. 15oz. Only three ounces less than her birth weight, so not much ground to make up at this point. My milk has been coming in over the last few days, and has not been anywhere near as bad as anticipated. Mostly I just feel like I got a couple bean bags, or rocks, or something strapped to the front of me. Breastfeeding is another topic I hope to touch on more soon.
So without further adieu, here are some photos of Ali coming home from the hospital. The non-bobblehead editions.
3 days, 2 hours, 38 minutes old
We were looking through a bunch of pictures this morning and found these funny couple of pictures from right when we arrived home. Kathy brought up Jordan’s new camera which has one of these modes where it snaps pictures right after the other, all paparazzi style. So without further adieu, bobblehead me:
3 days, 14 hours, 36 minutes old
She has the funniest, longest, stretchiest phase she goes through before waking up. It involves some cranky faces, some yawns, nose wrinkles, eyebrow raises, and looking like she knows a funny joke you don’t know!
1 day, 3 hours, 4 minutes old
Both Ali and Ashley have been thoroughly checked over by their respective doctors and given the go-ahead for discharge. There are a few shots left to give and one more form to be signed in the presence of the resident notary (saying I’m the daddy!) and then I believe we are ready for the longest drive of my life. I promise you’ll get more details once we get home and settled, but for now, here’s Ali’s first day of life in pictures (chronologically arranged).
46 minutes old
meet alizabeth shirlie carroll…. 19.5 inches…. 7.2 pounds… july 3, 2007…. 6:49 am
Okay, so in all the hubbub I misspelled my daughter’s middle name. The corrected is above — "shirlie".