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8th February, 2009 at 6:51 am by Emily
Our baby is already growing up… it makes me sad, which I wouldn’t have expected as much. I feel like I’m not taking enough pictures because days seem to sort of just blend into each other right now. I wish I could somehow get all her expressions so I could remember them, though. Anyway, yesterday I decided that I needed to make sure to take pictures. Time is already flying by, seriously. It doesn’t hurt that I feel like I sleep most of the day–making up for the lack at night, I guess. 
Before you see them, yes I do realize that every picture I have posted has her wearing a onesie with a blanket. She does now actually finally fit into a few select clothing items we have for her, so that will start to change soon. But the onesie is so simple and easy, really, and it’s so nice to snuggle her in blankets that it might continue.
 Not the best picture ever, but that’s my fault. She’s still cute, though somehow this doesn’t quite look like her to me. I always wonder what she is thinking/feeling.
 Why do yawning pictures entertain me so much? (And the picture’s color is off, which again is my fault, trying to play with the light available and not knowing really what I’m doing with my camera.)
 I love her lips and I love her hands. I think they’re adorable.
 Looking back at the headboard, I think. When she’s awake she’s incredibly alert and aware of things around her. We played with a ribbon yesterday and she followed it, even moving her head, all the way back and forth in front of her. I was impressed. It’s neat to see her learn but then I do already have a nostalgic feeling for when she was super tiny and new and only wanted to lay on my chest (actually, she still probably only wants that, so nevermind on that point). I try to remind myself that growing up means a little more rest for me… and maybe eventually she’ll eat less than once every two hours, which right now seems to consume my entire existence. But then conversely I remind myself when I’m slipping into unconsciousness while feeding her AGAIN in the middle of the night that this won’t last forever and I should enjoy her being so small. I guess it really did take having my own baby to understand the newborn joy.
6th February, 2009 at 4:55 pm by Emily
 Here we are finally getting to that birthday cake we bought Morgan the night before she was born (coincidentally). We had tried for it on her one week birthday but it was frozen and took longer to thaw than we expected. Bummer. So we broke into it the next day instead. A whole (small) Godiva chocolate cheesecake. So yummy.
5th February, 2009 at 1:53 pm by Emily
On Monday we went out for the first time. (Actually, Saturday, in honor of Morgan being a week old and in an attempt to keep some sanity, we went down the street for a walk. The fresh air and sunshine peeking through did us good, even though it was way too cold.) We had our appointment at the birth center, and I was very good and followed their advice that the appointment be the first time I went out. (We had had a home visit from one of the midwives earlier in the week to make sure things were good.)
Morgan was not happy at first to be stuck in a car seat, but then eventually the car lulled her off to sleep, and I took advantage of the natural light to get some pictures of her snuggled up. I tried to comfort her with the blanket tucked around her but I think the real solution was just the car movement. Go figure.
This is our little sign on the birth center wall of all the babies born there.
Morgan was already up to her birth weight on Monday, which was a big relief for me, of course. I was worried she wasn’t getting enough to eat. Apparently we must be doing things well enough, though.
Tuesday was a big day because we went to a photo session in the morning. There’s a lady doing photos of babies born at the birth center to display there, and so just for participating we got the free session and a few prints. I’m super excited to see them, and I was really happy that it worked for us to do it because otherwise I doubt we would have done real newborn pictures. Plus, it’d be cool if Morgan got to be up on the wall of the birth center. Anyway, our easy-going baby was very cooperative and it went pretty fast, relatively speaking.
Then in the afternoon we went to the pediatrician, whose office luckily is about three minutes from our house. She’d gained exactly an ounce from the day before–again, good signs that feeding is going well. Our doctor kept commenting on how alert she was and how she moves her arms and legs smoothly, not jerkily like I guess a newborn often does. Of course as her parents that’s what we like to hear. Oh, and she impressed everyone by not crying when she had to be naked to be weighed and then sit in her diaper for the rest of the appointment. She really is just incredibly mellow.
Morgan’s pretty strong already. She has been since birth, but now she’ll push herself up when she’s laying against my chest and look at me. It’s kind of scary how quickly she’s already changing and growing.
4th February, 2009 at 11:52 am by Emily
3rd February, 2009 at 3:16 pm by Emily
This is the other “pre-baby” post… though of course it’s still about the baby…
Some of the excitement of having a baby is, of course, all the fun little things we get to buy or have new. It’s like a grown up game of house… when sometimes you remember that an actual baby is going to come out of this little game you’re playing. Woo! Anyway, here are a few of my favorites that I can’t wait to use or share with our little baby.
 Handmade love! The blanket on the left was made by Adrian’s mom, and the one on the right my aunt made. I don’t think of either of these people as old enough to be the grandma or great-aunt who crochets… but they clearly have talent. Did that sentence make any sense? Anyway, I love these and I hope the baby likes snuggling in them.
 Finger puppets are cool. That’s all there is to it. My mom bought these and I want to play with them. Having the kid to entertain is really just an excuse for me.
 Ironed receiving blankets. Yes, I’m weird. The rest of them are stacked in the bag to take for labor, but something about having soft flannel blankets all ironed and folded makes me feel happy.
 This awesome wrap. It’s like a Moby wrap, but I got it off etsy, so it is also handmade love… just not from anyone I know. I wanted one like this ever since we went to the babywearing class because it seems really snuggly for little babies. So I’m very excited to try it out with an actual baby in it. I tried it on over my belly and it just didn’t seem to quite work the same.
[I'm sorry the color on that picture is weird. I don't like using flash when I can avoid it. But then my pictures come out funny sometimes, even in the day... because we live in a really cloudy place. Clouds usually are actually better for photography than direct sun, but it's just really grey here. There are only two places in the house where I can even try for good natural light, so basically all the pictures come from them. And even then it's not great. Sorry. It's just how it has to be for now.]
 This is a preview of the actual crib bedding for the little one. It’s just not all set up in anything right now, and all I have is this cool Boppy cover my mom found. People on ebay get creative, and apparently someone bought a crib sheet and made it into a cover. So now at least there’s a preview of what her room will someday look like, and looking at it and thinking of the rest of it makes me smile.
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Not the best picture ever, but that’s my fault. 
Why do yawning pictures entertain me so much? (And the picture’s color is off, which again is my fault, trying to play with the light available and not knowing really what I’m doing with my camera.)
I love her lips and I love her hands. I think they’re adorable.
Looking back at the headboard, I think. When she’s awake she’s incredibly alert and aware of things around her. We played with a ribbon yesterday and she followed it, even moving her head, all the way back and forth in front of her. I was impressed. It’s neat to see her learn but then I do already have a nostalgic feeling for when she was super tiny and new and only wanted to lay on my chest (actually, she still probably only wants that, so nevermind on that point). I try to remind myself that growing up means a little more rest for me… and maybe eventually she’ll eat less than once every two hours, which right now seems to consume my entire existence. But then conversely I remind myself when I’m slipping into unconsciousness while feeding her AGAIN in the middle of the night that this won’t last forever and I should enjoy her being so small. I guess it really did take having my own baby to understand the newborn joy.
