First bath! She actually really liked her bath, and didn't start crying until we took her out at the end to dry her off; I think she was cold by that point.
Papa videotaping while Mama bathes
Angry because she is cold
Soothed by Papa's magic finger. I think this may be one of my favorite pictures of her, simply because I feel like it captures what I think she looks like better than any others. I love the look on her face when she's been upset and finally gets to suck on something, whether it be on my breast or on someone's finger. She just looks so concerned, like she was afraid she'd never get to suck on anything again, and content that she is finally sucking on something.
Almost the same size as the cat
"Hi, my name is Elanor, and I am adorable. What's your name?"
"Don't mess with me; I have wild hair and an expression to match!"
Our week on our own is going well. She is totally asleep in the Ergo carrier now, which I like, because I can lean down and kiss her little head very easily. It's quite nice!
I had my two-week c-section follow-up appointment (geesh, enough hyphens?) yesterday. All is well; I am cleared to drive. Hooray!
I think I am actually going to go out for the first time without Elanor in a little bit; I need to run some errands, like going to the post office to buy more stamps for my many thank-you notes, and going to Kinko's to fax my short-term disability paperwork, and going to the pharmacy to get cream for my oh-so-sore breasts, and possibly going to the kids' consignment shop down in Ballard to see if they have a couple of things we need.
It's daunting to think that I'll be without her for an hour or two...I know she'll be fine with Brett but I have loved having her with me and next to me constantly over the past two weeks. For instance, it's really reassuring right now to feel her warm little body all curled up against my torso and to hear her little sounds and her breathing. I love it.
I'd better get going if I'm going to get back before she needs to eat...