Week 7

I can't believe that 7 weeks have passed so quickly. We are flying through the newborn stage at warp speed. It has been both torturous and magical at every turn. I'll get to that later.

First, I have to tell you about this photo to the left. Izzy is wearing my recital costume from when I took ballet as a little girl. In case you can't tell, it's a poodle. She is starting ballet this summer at Green Hills School of Dance. I have already stocked up on adorable leotards and tights. Her nana bought her a ballet box like the one I had and loved. I think when I go to have her fitted for her little shoes I will melt into the floor with joy.

In this photo she is modeling one of her Mama Lena's beautiful dresses.
Izzy looking adorable after playing in the "no". That's how she says snow. Soooo cute.

She's talking like crazy now. Here are some of her new words and phrases:

We did it! (eedidit)

Rooray! (hooray)

Git back doggies

Tanks (thanks)

Urry (hurry)

Rorange Juice (orange)

Wawa Juice (apple)

Mee-ulk (Milk)

Nacks (snacks)

So, how are we doing? If you are interested. Things have been wonderful. The baby sleeps pretty well. Last night he only woke once to feed at around 3:30 and went right back to sleep until 8:00 am. I can live with that! He does however, have acid reflux so there's a lot of crying and straining after he eats. It's hard to watch him in pain. I've been told baby acid is more painful than what an adult experiences. If you've ever had it you know how bad it can be. I wish I could make it go away. I stand in the bathroom with the exhaust fan running until he calms down or falls asleep. We've found that the carseat is the best place for him to sleep right now because it keeps him upright.

I'm feeling great. I've started back to the gym and am anxious to get these baby pounds off. I recovered well from the ceaserean, but unfortunately my body is reacting to the sutures that were used to close the incision. I have 6-8 weeks to give it a chance to heal itself before needing plastic surgery. I'm wondering if they could throw in a tummy tuck while they're there?

Well, as I speak both babies are asleep and have been for over an hour. God is smiling down. I must have done something right. Maybe I'll sleep myself. Take Care.