“This is my favourite thing.” I can't believe how often I've said that lately. I believe I said it first when noticing my (Emily) blood pressure at 116/73. What a glorious thing! And then I said it when eating crackers and cheese for a snack in the maternity ward. And then there was that time when I felt numb from the waist down in preparation for birth (ya, it actually felt pretty good) and then there was that time when I heard Luke cry for the first time right before they wheeled him away to NICU.
But I have to say that every day now is my favourite time. When Luke looks crossly at the sound of a wailing baby...when the doctor laughs at Luke and says, “He's trying to crawl out of his isolette”...when he poops (horray for any size of poop!)... when he can keep his food in and doesn't spit up. ..when he nestles into my chest and makes squeeky noises...when he cuddles into Bryce and gazes up at him...ok. enough schmaltz.
We're actually doing ok. Luke has some digestive issues, it seems as though we both have some milk issues and I've got some wound issues. None of these are overly serious, but each demand the attention of doctors. That is good, because we are surrounded by competent doctors here.
Today I ran into the resident who informed us of our impending birth - and then proceeded to bring Luke into the world. I told her how happy we all are, how grateful that we're all relatively healthy. I thanked her for her part.
Ya. Feeling all blessed tonight.
