I feel like I'm on an emotional roller coaster some days. I assume this is totally normal. I'm happy, doing well, but there are times that I just start crying. Sometimes I know why. Sometimes I don't. Alex learned a long time ago (3 years of IF treatments helped with this) to just hold me and let me cry. He knows there isn't always a reason. The past few days I've had some moments where I just have to let the flood gates open and then I'm all better.
I am breastfeeding as well as pumping. A has had no problem going from breast to bottle. She's a pro. It's nice because it allows Alex to play a part in feeding her. He has been taking the 4:30am feeding before getting ready for work. It gives them some Daddy/Daughter time and gives me 3 extra hours of sleep. NICE. I love that he wants to help...he's such a good Daddy! I've also been supplementing with formula for a couple of her feedings. They have us doing this to put some weight on her. According to her first doc appointment, it's working. :) I still like to give her breast milk as much as possible though. When I pump, I want to get every drop I can in that bottle. Alex started referring to it as THE PRECIOUS. (LOL) Yesterday I was pumping and I was tired. As I walked into the kitchen to put lids on the milk and put it into the fridge, I spilled an entire container of THE PRECIOUS. Alex walks into the kitchen and I'm bawling, wiping up the milk. The sweet man that he is...holding A in one arm, wraps the other around me. Then he proceeds to say, "baby, in this house there's no use crying over spilled breast milk." (LOL)
I love that man.
We were able to go to church yesterday. I was SO HAPPY to be back. It was weird to be up on that stage during worship - without A in my belly. I remember standing up there many times before getting pregnant, broken-hearted, trying to praise Him through the pain.
And then I found out that I was pregnant...He had blessed us with our baby! I loved the thought that A could hear me singing to our Heavenly Father while inside of me.
And now she's sitting with us in service...thank you, Father for this precious gift!! It was a special day for us as a family.
A wasn't happy in this pic. Daddy was holding down her hands because she kept putting them in front of her face as soon as the camera would flash. (LOL)
We had a wonderful weekend as a family of three. I'm savoring every moment and looking forward to many more. :)
Love to all,