o5:

Lily has grown so much already. She turns a month old tomorrow and she's gotten heavy, can lift her head pretty well, has had a cute little naval since her baptism, and follows things with her eyes. She's also nosey (like mother like daughter). My little chunky munkey is so cute, though. I know I'm a bit biased since she's mine, but damn it, you know I'm right.

She throws some tantrums when she doesn't have what she wants right away. Last night she was just that wound up. I had already given her 6 ounces of formula, with a teaspoon of baby cereal and an ounce of apple juice w/ water. She was still screaming for more. So I stuck the pacifier in her mouth to calm her down.

She had diarrhoea all day yesterday, so I've minimized the amount of cereal I put in her bottle and I've let her drink some water, or water mixed with apple juice. It went down today, so I was relieved. She eats like Justin -- when he does eat, anyway. But even when she's crying, screaming, or whining, she's still too damn adorable. I mess with her so much. She can't stand it sometimes, but I have her spoiled with it. She loves to be held.

She gets very quite and stares at you if you sing or talk to her. She follows the rattle. She'll try and follow you around the room if she can, and if she can't see you but she hears you, she'll turn her head in your general direction. Hell, she'll even stop eating just to pay attention to you. I love my little munster.

Today is my one year anniversary with Justin and I recieved my gift yesterday; with it were some books for Lily. They were absolutely wonderful. There's a Disney Fairies book titled Lily's Pesky Plant, and then he also sent Winnie the Pooh in Spanish (Winny de Puh), and My Love For You..., which is this tiny little cardboard type book that's written in both English and Spanish. I was very pleased. :) He knows I want to teach Lily both languages like Mother taught us as children. I can't wait to read them to her when she's a little older.

I take pictures of her almost daily. I just wish my scanner worked.

o4: Milestones

Yesterdays milestones:
Lily had her baptism (where she slept through the entire thing), which she looked uber cute in her little Christening gown. I changed her into a pretty pink onesie, and I think she was picked up too much because she threw up on herself and cried. I felt bad.


Today:
She's up to eating 5 oz. I admire all women who breastfed their children (especially those who actually managed it after a c-section). I do not have the energy or patience for it. More power to you. I also had her lay on my chest while I was flat on my back...she lifted her head completely up, and stared at me for a while.

I'm really starting to hate the baby talk my mom and sister use on Lily. It drives me nuts. Talk to my daughter like a human being, she's not a moron. I talk to her normally like I would to anyone, no matter what age. Man do I hate baby talk.

She's starting to be a chunky ass. :) And she likes it when you sing to her.

o3:

WTF?

Lily slept two 7-hour blocks last night. The kid is 11 days old, and is already sleeping through the night. One from 9pm to 4am, then from 5am to 11. She only woke up to eat.

I took her for her first stroll outside and around the neighborhood. Passed a few friends who were able to see her for the first time and they just about gushed.

My baby girl is starting to look more like me.

o2: Check Up

Lily had her one week check-up yesterday. She's a wondefully healthy baby. :) She lost a couple of ounces, but that's normal for someone her age. Everyone loves her since she's so damn cute. She has a two week appointment next week, with my check-up two days later.

My incision is fabulous. You can't even tell I had a c-section. The tape is starting to fall off, which is good since I itch. Can't scratch it yet, obviously, and I still have pain, especially when I blow my nose or sneeze, but I have motrin and viocodin that should last me a while.

All is well, and Lily can already drink 4 ounces. She can also lift her head on her own. She's only a week and a half and doing things so quickly. She was smiling all day today. :D She's being christened at my mother's church on Sunday.

Here's my munster smiling:

o1: Photos and Such

The one from the hospital:
http://www.ihaveababy.com/ihaveababy/default.asp?BID=6373&EID=8

The ones taken at the hospital:
http://photobucket.com/albums/v233/cyndi_lauper/lilys_arrival/

And the Labor story:

Water broke at around 3 am Tuesday morning.
Mother and I argued for about whether or not my water had really broken.
Went to hospital around 4:15
Was 90% effaced
Called Anniey and Kesia
Contractions, though regular at 3 minutes apart, where going nowhere, so started pitocin at around 7:40
Was given stadol two hours later and was knocked out (asleep) for a good portion.
Everything was regular and whatever. Can't remember much...
By 10 pm, was already dilated 8 cm at 100% effacement, with mad crazy contractions.
Refused the epidural b/c I could actually handle the pain, and told mother to shut up b/c apparently she was the one in labor, not me.
Kesia and I were complimented on our awesome partnership in labor scheme.
Sometime after 11 was told that Lily was stuck and that I would have to have emergency cesarean as her heartrate was dropping.
Was rolled into OR and given spinal anesthesia, Lily was taken out at 11:52 pm, not breathing, with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck twice (which I was not told about until after everything had passed by Kesia and not anyone else--wtf?).
Heard he finally cry after freaking out that I couldn't hear her. They held her ove the screen. I started crying, and then I passed out.
Woke up in the recovery room sometime later with someone putting in a morphine drip and bandaging me up.
Was rolled (was still in the bed, shivering (side-effect) and covered in blankets) to the nursery where I heard Lily wailing and they placed her in my arms where I spoke to her and she got real quiet when I did so.
Handed her back and passed out again.
Woke up at 4 am on the 27th, mad exahusted, not able to feel anything from the bra-line down, was given a clean and crying baby, where I was helped up, and was able to breastfeed her.
The next 60 hours were an experience. I couldn't get up by myself, I was swollen, and had been bitched at by my mother, brother and sister, because apparently I was supposed to know that my child was in distress and choking. Do I look like Miss Cleo? I'm not fucking clairvoyant.
Came home on the 29th, stressed out, tired, but at least I'm doing better.

All in all, life sucks. I had a stressful pregnancy, labor and delivery, and even a recovery (which has eased since I'm recovering still), but I now have a beautiful baby girl that I'm thankful for. She keeps me on my toes and is the only reason I haven't punched anybody yet.

Hope everyone had happy holidays and a great start at the new year.