We received these shirts as a gift from one of my mom's coworkers. I think they're pretty darn cute. Will's too young to express an opinion about his, but Ellie sure does like wearing hers and wants her brother to match!
Okay, almost wordless: Thanks Aunt Cindy for the cute cute clothes the kids are wearing!
This is what Eliana and I did this afternoon. It was a great way for her to help in the kitchen with a beautiful and tasty end result. We'll definitely be doing these again soon.
Baby Will was born screaming. He seemed to be doing remarkably well for a 35 week preemie. The NICU teem that had assembled for his birth declared him "healthy enough to go to college," which means he was able to go to the transition nursery where healthy newborns go after birth rather than be transported to the NICU. The good that came from my epidural wearing off so quickly was that I was able to get out of bed and take care of "post-epidural business" (which had to happen before I could see my son) immediately.
At this point, my feelings of disappointment and anger at myself for once again failing to have a normal, healthy pregnancy had dissipated some and relief began to set in. My boy was healthy, His Apgar scores were 9/9. Crisis averted.
My nurse helped me into a wheelchair so I could go see William. His bassinet was the one closest to the window. William was lying there with an oxygen tent over his head, his chest retracting to where it seemed like it would touch his backbone with every breath. One of the nurses tending to him saw us and came out to talk to us.
