Today has been a much better day. We are trying so hard to get Samara onto a schedule and so far she's slept twice this morning, just for an hour a half, but a significant improvement to the last couple of days. Even better, having had my stitches out while my mother was here, the pain post-C-section is now easing and that means we can take our little girl on walks! For a few days last week, I was unable to stand which was awful. Even shifting position in bed to feed Samara was excruciating. Since the stitches came out, and we had our sad farewell with Fernie, it has been getting easier to move. We just took Samara on a little walk, and I held her the whole time - a first. It feels so good to move around freely with her, and I am so relieved that Steve no longer has to do absolutely everything for us. While I've finally mastered the art of delegating, it was so awful not being able to get up. Who knew the recovery would be so tricky? I still have some ways to go, but I am not thinking about it any more. My scar is my war wound for the miracle I have by my side always. It will forever show how we are bound my blood and love.
It was so wonderful having my mother here, whose experience and reassurance made everything so much easier. The second Samara was born, actually the moment I went into labor my longing to have my own mother near grew exponentially each second. She is home now, for the 4th, but we'll be there soon...
We've been worried about Samara's umbilical cord, as she's 16 days old and it still hasn't fallen off. Today it looks as though just half is ready to tumble, any second, which is even more alarming. The hospital assures us that while it staying on this long and happening this way is not common, it is fine. I can't wait for the ugly little stump to be gone. Everything is such a worry with such a precious little one.
I mentioned our farewell to Fernie was very sad. We got him a gift and I wrote him a card to say goodbye and when he read it, he started to cry. Now, I know I'm a sucker for sappy words, but a minute later, through his tears, he apologized for his sensitivity and explained how his newborn son was very, very sick. It just breaks your heart to hear of little ones suffering and how it wrecks the parents. If you think of it, please pray for his little Federico.
The days pass so quickly. By my mother's orders, I'm drinking so much to assure my milk doesn't run dry. It certainly doesn't seem like it will. For all the marvels of the human body and this incredible journey, I have one complaint: When one breast is feeding, why does the other have to think it is, too?! We have a good sense of humor about it all and every day we learn something new... Here are some photos of Samara at 2 weeks old and her time with Maaaaami!
With Mami...
Blue Eyes and At Last Something PINK to Wear
Most babies love to be swaddled, but not Samara.
She always sleeps with her hands up and her mouth open.
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