Emmy’s first week in the world

I can’t believe baby Emelia has already been with our family for one whole week!  The bizarre thing is that we had her at 39 weeks pregnant, so when I look at her now I can think to myself, “wow…I could still be pregnant with her”.  The most surreal thing about pregnancy is when you actually have the baby and try to imagine that this little human being was living inside of your stomach! 

Here is Emelia when she was born:

and here’s Emelia now, one week later:

So how’s life been?  Life’s been wonderful.  Here’s what she’s been up to:

Sleeping

Eating

Needing her diaper changed

Snuggling

That’s about it!  Babies typically don’t really “wake up” until their second week of life.  I am well aware that our sweet, sleepy little girl could turn into a total monster at any moment…queue the horror film music.  For now we’re enjoying every single second we have with her (even if she’s sleeping through nearly all of it).  She rarely cries unless she needs something and it’s usually one of the four things above that she needs, so fixing the crying is fairly easy.

Jeremy has been awesome.  For the first week we have been trading shifts at night taking care of the baby.  He’s been off this week while I recover from my c section.  He stays up with the baby until sometime between 3–4am and then I take over while he sleeps until around 9am.  It’s worked well, especially with my limited mobility.  We’ve been sleeping on the couch while we take care of her at night and she has been sleeping in the bassinett.  For a few days I just let her sleep soundly on my chest, but then scared the crap out of myself by googling SIDS.  Needless to say, we’re not doing that anymore.

Last night was her first night sleeping in her bassinett in our room.  We swaddle her tightly in a Halo Sleeper and she wakes about every three hours or so to eat.  We are one step closer to transitioning her into her own bed, but I’m not quite ready for that yet.

Other than that: she’s had a doctor appointment (she’s doing very well), and a bath, and she’s been to Target.

Austin has been a great big brother.  Initially he was very hesitant around the baby, but I think that was mostly due to me not being myself following the delivery.  He was pretty freaked out seeing me in the hospital and wanted me to get better.  Over the past week he’s really adjusted to life with a little sister and has been helping out a lot.  He’s also gotten to enjoy a ton of special daddy/son time during the day.  They go hiking or to the zoo while I take care of the baby.  He said some pretty funny things when he first saw her in the nursery at the hospital, including:

“Is THAT what came out of my mommy?” and “I want to see her crawl” and “I thought she’d have long hair”.  

I’m pretty sure he thought I was birthing a three year old.   

Here they are together after her bath:

Happy first week with many more to come!