Six months (or so) along in pregnancy, we had our ultrasound done - the one where I learned the sex of our unborn baby girl, but Husband did not (at his insistence - not because I was being mean as my grandmother accused me of). I was rather excited about our ultrasound photos and was eager to post them. Husband took them upstairs to the desk, so he could scan them in later, and that was the last we saw of them. I was not the most graceful with this development and had more than one frustrated tantrum about it - and more than one protest about how maybe we need to rethink our organizational systems? hmmm?
During one of my tantrums, I threw up my hands and said, Fine, we'll fine them when the child was ten and they'll be completely faded and it will be completely anti-climatic.
She wasn't ten. They weren't completely faded. She was ten days old, however, when Husband found the two books on the bookshelf that Fyo had shoved the pictures in between.
So here's our baby girl in utero. She was just as gorgeous inside as she is out. The above is the first glimpse I had of just how much she would look like her brother and how little she would look like Husband or I.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Baby Girl Lindis Corbell
Born at home on July 4, 1:30pm. 7lbs and 21 inches long. She is gorgeous, healthy and perfect; she's sleeping and nursing well (ie all the time), and I'm resting, and trying to honor the very sage advice of not getting out of my pajamas for 2 weeks, not just for recovery purposes (though I certainly need it for that) but mostly because I will never have the chance to spend two weeks with my new born love sleeping on my chest again.
Both Husband and I look at 32 month old Fyo and think, oh, it goes by so fast, doesn't it? 32 months is not very long, and he is a walking talking independent little boy. He takes himself to the toilet, he gets his noodles out of the fridge, he's learning how to put his underwear and shorts on, as well as his button up shirts (without putting them on upside down) - pretty soon Baby Girl Love won't be far behind him.
We're still working on/sleeping on her name - much to the chagrin of our mothers who are rather anxious to find out, but are at least trying to get into the spirit of it by suggesting a name here and there.
Just look at her - we are over the moon - in love and in new born bliss and so very very very blessed.
Both Husband and I look at 32 month old Fyo and think, oh, it goes by so fast, doesn't it? 32 months is not very long, and he is a walking talking independent little boy. He takes himself to the toilet, he gets his noodles out of the fridge, he's learning how to put his underwear and shorts on, as well as his button up shirts (without putting them on upside down) - pretty soon Baby Girl Love won't be far behind him.
We're still working on/sleeping on her name - much to the chagrin of our mothers who are rather anxious to find out, but are at least trying to get into the spirit of it by suggesting a name here and there.
Just look at her - we are over the moon - in love and in new born bliss and so very very very blessed.
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