In fact, she’s been here for 25 days, or so the pediatrician tells me. (I appear to be keeping slightly less track of things than I did when Teddy was born, unless we’re talking about which night Rehab Addict is on, which, for the record, is Thursday.)
Katie’s birth story is a happy one, and one that I intend to share here…at some point. You know, when I have the attention span and mental capacity to string together more than a few stray thoughts (and probably once I’ve made my way through the entire Netflix catalog).
The 25 days since her birth have been happy ones, too, though some have been more exhausting and exasperating than others. (Thank cluster feeding for the exhaustion and the toddler for the exasperation.) Until I get to the official story of her birth, here’s a look at the last 3.5 weeks in pictures.
A first as a family of four:
Not sure what she was getting into with the whole sponge bath thing:
Cheering on the home team (and yes, there’s a filter applied here. I’m using the one-week postpartum excuse):
Katie as a lady who lunches:
He loooooves his sister. So much that he needs to be veryclose to her at all times:
Cluster feeding and many middle of the night meetings = CHEEKS: