A Baby Boy,Thatcher Grahm Taylor, was born to Phil and Nicole Taylor this morning at 7:09 am, he’s 5 lbs, 15 ounces and doing well.
CONGRATULATIONS NICOLE AND PHIL!!!!
(They’ve requested people wait to call them with congratulations until tomorrow.)
Look at how tiny she used to be …
And now look at how big she is …
Breaks my heart. Although, to her ittsy bittsy little self, she still fits into SOME of her 0-3 month clothes, I’m holding dear to that.
We had an incredibly hard day yesterday. One filled with endless tears and I didn’t know what was wrong. I was working on a post about postpartum depression and how I feel so lucky to not have had a bout of it to date. Then I woke up yesterday.
It wasn’t depression, it was depressing. I was helpless to know how to comfort my baby, she wouldn’t nurse and when she did she screamed the whole time. I had to feed her a bottle because I was so stressed that my milk supply was seriously in question.
Insert hysterical baby with hysterical mom, both wailing because communication just isn’t part of what we know how to do with each other yet.
Then we woke up this morning, yesterday was finally over. And she smiled at me. She was just looking around her crib when I came into view and she focused on me and smiled. kinda like saying “There you are mom!! HI!!!!”
And all I can do is giggle like a school girl. My baby knows who I am, and she loves me.
Jessica has taken to waking up once, if not twice in the night again. Not sure why - I’m suspecting a growth spurt and, well, the fact that she can’t get enough of being in my arms. Mommy’s do that you know.
And I was on my way to getting annoyed last night when I was burping her and she takes her tiny little hand and strokes my neck for the first time.
I can’t think of a word to explain that emotion. She showed me she loved me. I’m crying just writing about this.
She took her tiny hand, stretched it out to me and stroked my neck. Light as a feather but with tender endearment and man-o-man am I severely in love.
