kayla aimee: only slightly neurotic

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday

but TODAY is Friday, Friday.

Sorry for confusing everyone yesterday. Apparently owning a calendar does nothing for me. I have no idea what day it is. I blame this on a little thing called "my baby doesn't sleep."

A quick story for you today:

This morning Jeff walked into the bathroom and asked "Honey, what the heck happened in the bathtub?"

To which I responded "Spiders, Jeff. Spiders happened."

Because if he had looked closely enough he would have seen that there were, indeed, two spiders entombed in the mounds of shaving cream dotting the bottom of the bathtub.

He raised his eyebrow at me.

"What? You know that's my method." I responded

And he had the nerve to look at me as though he'd never encountered such a thing before.

I can't decide if emailing him this old post to jog his memory is a good idea or a potentially very bad one.

Our First Mother's Day

He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the Lord. Psalm 113:9

Happy Mother's Day. It is a beautiful day in our house, so much more so than I ever imagined. Especially because Jeff took over and let me sleep. For hours. And also? Because Scarlette laughed today. For the first time. She was cooing a lot this morning and tonight in the bath she laughed.

It was amazing in the way everything your baby does for the first time is amazing and new and wonderful. And it was breathtaking because on December 1 we stood next to her as a surgeon described how he was going to make an incision in our one and a half pound baby and deflate her lung to correct her PDA. He told us that if she bled out, they could not save her. He told us that her vocal cord nerves were the thickness of a human hair and that he'd have to manuever around them in order to get to her heart. He told us if he cut or damaged them, she might not talk.

And today, on my very first Mother's Day no less, she laughed at us.

Today is beautiful.

To those of you who spend this day as I did the past few years, feeling the bitter sting of infertility, you are so loved by me today. If you're needing encouragement, I greatly recommend Sarah's Laughter.

P.S. in celebrating Mother's Day, we're giving away a $50 gift card over at little light studio.

Overhead In Our House | New Baby Edition V2

Sadly, I think this time around these need qualifiers so that you don't think our household is totally insane.

• Can you unplug the baby so I can move her? The thing about having a baby hooked up to machines 24/7 is that at some point you start referring to the cords/wires as though they are a part of her. Like you have some sort of crazy Matrix-fied baby.
• I got the booger out on the second try! One of us is having a really hard time using the hand held suction bulb
• Did you know that your mommy is crazy? Actually, that one's been said by both of us a lot.
• Why is there a piece of paper in the car that says NIPPLES? For bottles y'all. For bottles. But I can see where that might really throw off my husband.
• Hey, why does the baby smell like bacon? So, she has to wear this little belt to hold her electrodes on and she sweats like a linebacker under that thing.
• I just caught baby throw up with my hands. With my hands. Jeff's first time experiencing projectile reflux. For some reason, he thought it would be a good idea to try and catch it. Maybe it's some sort of athletic reflex. Luckily, I'm not at all athletic so I just point her at the nearest bare spot on the floor and mop it up afterwards. I'm pretty sure I have the better idea here.

- I have a lot of questions to answer/stuff to post about this week: how we are adjusting, how she is doing (working on a part of the blog for just her updates), our march for babies walk, etc. I'd like to ask for your prayers as I finish prayerfully composing my post for tomorrow. I want to address a sensitive subject that I am currently dealing with and my hope on those sorts of posts is always to have a graceful heart in it. Thank you.

If you know I love you

Scarlette loves music. Loves it. She must get the musical gene from her daddy. She has some CDs (thanks Mimi!) of lullabies and bible story songs that get played over and over. Jeff and I decided to burn her some CDs to rotate into the mix. Mine had lots of happy, upbeat songs that she watches me dance around to while I sing them to her.

I did not know what was on Jeff's CD.

I put it in for her first thing when I arrived at the hospital and was immediately reduced to a blubbering mess as it started playing these lyrics:

So I went to the hospital with my heart all choked up tight
And I prayed while I drove, praying you would be alright
If you hold my hand, can you hold on for a moment longer
If you know I love you, does it make it better?
Don't give up, don't give in, we can make it together
Because life is worth fighting for

I know. I know. Are you crying too? Because the nurses and I were completely misty eyed. Seriously, someone should warn a girl that they made a CD of the most heart wrenching songs EVER to be played to their sick baby in the hospital.

I love that man.

Snapshots | September 2010

 
I've been taking lots of pictures in hopes that I'll get really good with my camera and be able to take decent pictures of this baby once it gets here. That's what led to me taking photos of this baby doll that I have, the one with the boy parts.

I thought to myself "Self, I'll take lots of pictures of this doll in different places around the house and then when the baby arrives I'll already know where the best light is." It was a great idea in theory and didn't seem the least bit creepy at the time.

Except I forgot to tell my husband I was doing that. Looking back, I guess I can see how stumbling upon a camera full of photos like this one could make a guy think that his pregnant wife had some sort of hormonal break with reality or something.