So our summer began and we had a routine of reading and playing. Princess and Miss M attended their annual summer day camp with our American Heritage Girls troop. It was Miss M’s first week away from parents or grandparents, and even though Princess was in the same park, they weren’t together all the time. It was rocky on the first day, but by the fourth day she was quite a pro.
The boys had some school to wrap up, and even now, after this week off and next, there’s going to be worksheets as we get stuff done. I’m enjoying the respite from a full schedule to rest, breathe a little, and begin to plan for the next school year.
Last Saturday I told Haus Meister I felt like a “broody old hen on a nest.” It was as if all I could do was focus on that July 10 due date. Would she come before I finished knitting her booties? (No, I finished them on the 17th). Would she come before or during the week my mom and sister planned to spend with us? I couldn’t answer any of this. So I found a hat pattern on Ravelry that I could make with the last skein of Knit Picks yarn that I used for the booties. I cast it on the needles Saturday night.
I finished the hat Sunday night, recovering in the hospital from the surprise arrival of our Rosebud.
7lbs 10oz, 21″, 3:55pm on Father’s Day.
Yes, that’s right. Daddy’s Littlest Girl arrived on Father’s Day. I joked that she was vying for being the official Daddy’s Girl by becoming the best Father’s Day gift ever.
Because someone asked, that’s not a tattoo on Haus Meister’s hand. It’s Rosebud’s footprint. The nurse gave him a footprint stamp after stamping the official paper. 😉
Real but Happy.
Some Roses, even in June, need some extra help to fully bloom. Rosebud had some fluid in her lungs so she is in the NICU for a little while. These pictures are a little delayed, for she is no longer on her CPAP machine.
This is the same NICU where Trooper spent the first 119 days of his life. We have met nurses and respiratory techs who remember him even now. As he (understandably) would not voluntarily enter a hospital, it’s been hard to take him back for a visit, so it’s been nice to have a chance to give them a success story. They are very impressed with the fact that he likes to go indoor rock-climbing!
This picture is more recent, and was taken last evening when Rascal got to visit his baby sister again. Her story parallels his more than the dramatic/traumatic story of Trooper. Rascal had aspirated amniotic fluid at birth and also had to spend the first week of life in a special care nursery, in a different hospital, however. Her baby pictures are following the same pattern: birth, CPAP machine, nasal cannula, and now we wait for her to be off of that.
We waited months to see her, and now we wait again to bring her home. She’s worth every second of the wait.
I know I had not expected (based on reasons that I won’t go into since this blog is read by guys who won’t appreciate it,) that this pregnancy was a girl pregnancy. It didn’t feel like it. It resembled in many ways the early pregnancies with the boys. But obviously even a veteran of ten pregnancies can be wrong on some counts. I never wanted her to think that I was disappointed that she was a girl. It’s irrational to think she would think that, but when you’re huge and hormonal it’s hard to be rational anyway. I covered my bases though. One of the first things I said to her after birth was a paraphrase of one of the loveliest lines in Anne of Green Gables.
“It’s a girl. My girl. My girl that I’m proud of.”
And while we wait, life totally goes on for everyone else. 😉