Sleep?

It has been a week since we have been home from the hospital, I can can honestly say, there is no way I would have survived this week without our family. My mom, Nannie, has practically moved to Atlanta. She has been here since Sept. 3, and she is staying until Sept. 26, if not longer. She has been doing everything around here from cleaning, to cooking, to taking late night shifts, and everything in between. I am not sure how Rebecca, John, and I will survive once she travels back to Mississippi. Fortunately, we have John's parents here, Mimi and Papa R. They have been great making sure we do not run out of food. Plus, when my mom does leave, they are ready to take up the slack. I kind of think they are ready for Nannie to leave so they will have more of a reason to come by, even though we have told them they can come anytime to get their Rebecca fix. Here are a couple of pictures of Rebecca with her grandparents. My dad, Papa J, was here for the delivery, but because it is cotton picking time, he had to head back to MS early.

I have always heard that the first week home from the hospital was "special." Ain't that the truth! You never realize how much you love to sleep until you no longer get enough of it. And the funny thing is, is that no matter how tired I am, when I am able to get in bed, I can't go to sleep. Hopefully that will pass. Since Rebecca had slight Jaundice when she was born, we are having to wake her up every 3 hours to feed her. So by the time I wake her up, get her fed, change her diaper, and get her back to sleep, I am lucky if I have 2 hours until the next feeding. I am even more lucky if I am able to sleep at least an hour of those two hours. Needless to say, I am tired. But no matter how tired I am, if I hear my baby cry, I am by her side in a second. I guess that is just part of being a mom.

Today we had our first week doctors appointment. I was really nervous about this trip, but not because of the actual appointment. I was more anxious about the car ride to the clinic. Last Friday on our trip home from the hospital, Rebecca wailed the whole way home. By the time we got home, I was walling. But today she was an angel in the car. She just looked around the whole time, and then on the way home she slept. God answered my prayers. Here is a picture of Rebecca on the way home from the hospital.

The doctor's appointment went great. My baby, who came into this world at 8lbs. 5 oz., and left the hospital just one week ago at 7lbs. 12 0z, weighed in today at 8 lbs. 11 oz. That's right, in one week she gain almost a pound. Probably because we are feeding her every 3 hours. I am not just nursing her, we are having to supplement her with 1-2oz. of formula after every meal. She has what we call the Ambrose Stomach, which means she loves to eat and eat and eat. But because she has gained so much weight, the doctor told me that during the day we only have to feed her every 3-4 hours, and at night we feed her when she wakes up. i could have kissed the doctor when she said this. Tonight though, I am sure she will want to be feed every 2 hours just because she knows I could get some sleep. The doctor said that everything else looked fine. AND her umbilical cord finally fell off this morning, so we get to give her a bath tomorrow. I am still not sure if she is going to have an inny or and outty. I will keep you posted.

Well, this blog has kind of been all over the place. I am going to try to blog more often, since I am able to get around a little better now and hopefully get more sleet at night. I will end this entry with a few of my favorite pictures from the week.