Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
The USS New York also pulled into Jacksonville last week, and Chet's and my friend, Shalia, is stationed aboard the ship as the Navigator. Even better, Grammy and Papa Greg (Chet's parents) were in town, so we all toured the ship together on Sunday!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I've decided to address some of the comments I've received on the blog posts (since I never comment back). First, I'm going to take a poll: who does Sydney look like? We've heard just like me, just like Chet, and just like both of us. You can also let me know if you can't tell yet (because Chet and I certainly can't tell).
- I'm going to do my best to take the monthly pictures of Sydney in the same position (with the same-sized bow on her head) so that we can all tell how much she grows from month to month. However, I've heard once they start wiggling around it's IMPOSSIBLE to make them sit still for the picture, so hopefully, if all else fails, the bow can be our reference. :-)
- Even though she's super-skinny, I promise we feed her! In fact, she eats like a horse (sometimes the amount she eats makes me cringe because I think she's going to spit up everywhere with such a full stomach, but she rarely does). Also, she was able to go back to the breast milk right away (after the 48-hour hiatus), even though the breast milk was causing her bilirubin levels to be elevated. The levels are probably still a little high, but it's okay since we know the reason.
- For now we're referring to my mom as "Didi", really just because no other "grandma" term seemed to fit. Sydney may pick her own name for my mom when she can talk though (I decided to call my own grandma "P-ma" instead of "Grandma").
Yesterday I had my 6-week post-partum appointment, and this is Sydney and I with the wonderful Nurse Practitioner who delivered her.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The other funny thing happened later that evening. I was washing dishes, and Chet was changing Sydney into her pajamas. I had picked out a 0-3 month zip-up outfit for her to wear, just to see how it fit, because she's nearly outgrown all of her footed newborn clothing. Chet finished changing her and announced that the outfit was way too big, but I didn't care. About 30 minutes later we were sitting on the couch, and realized that she had worked her right leg out of it's appropriate spot and put it in the same leg hole as the left leg. We thought this was hilarious, but probably because we're just tired.