When Eden was in the NICU, she never fussed except at bathtime. She was content to eat and then lay back in her little plastic bin and sleep. She pooped once a day (sorry for the overshare, but I am now one of THOSE people...mothers) and felt content with life. We just knew that we were getting the next wave of baby evolution, the perfect child! And then we brought her...or at least some baby...home. On discharge day she was so fussy! She refused to sleep or be content anywhere except in our arms. I guess she knew that her environment had changed and it kind of freaked her out. She also started pooping just about every single diaper and eating 60 mils per feeding (which I guess explains the pooping...). And today at her first pediatrician visit, she weighed in at 5 lbs. 1 oz. Is this really our sweet little Eden?
Yeah. It is. And I can't get enough of snuggling her! Neither can Kris, although he doesn't like to admit it. He says that if he lets on, Eden will know he's wrapped around her twiggy little finger and then the jig is up for life. Even so, this is how she spent her morning:
Notice the relative size of our remote control. But every day, she just gets bigger! This, the time when she's so tiny, won't last long: we're savoring every moment.