What a day Wednesday was. Jeff and I got to the hospital at 5:30am and got checked in. It was a bit sureal to know that 2 hours later, Jeff and I would get to meet Tallulah.
At 7:45am, she was out and screaming like a banchee. What a wrinkly, gunky, bloody little girl. I still kissed her though, even though she was spitting up amniotic fluid.
Then Jeff was whisked away with her to the nursery to watch her get her first bath and everything. I laid there in the operating room and couldn't help but cry. After I was all sewn up, I was taken away to the treatment center and monitored for the next couple of hours. The hospital that I was at had just had an explosion of babies...so I had to wait in the treatment center until they had a room ready for me.
Once I got into my room, they brought the baby to me and it was bond time from there on out. She looks just like Jeff...even still a few days later...she looks like him. I love it that he has a daughter and I love it that her eyes are just like his. She is my sweet baby girl and I love her more than I could have imagined.
Israel is so sweet with her and loves to give her hugs and kisses. I can't wait until she can play with him. I think that they will have so much fun together.

Well...the recovery so far has been good and the percocet has been even better.

Thanks for all of your prayers and comments. Come and visit us anytime.

Amy

What tomorrow will bring

I sit here tonight wondering about tomorrow. I'm tired, I'm scared...I'm thinking how bizarre it is to know the exact time and day that I will meet my baby girl. I don't know that I will be able to sleep tonight. My doctor advised me to take a benadryl tonight to help me sleep...I'm thinking that I'll need a little more than that...a benadryl and a beer should do the trick.
I'm anticipating the surgery and the epidural and the cathader and the staples and the new baby. Its the strangest night of my life by far.

Johnny Appleseed

I was on my way to work yesterday morning and I had the privledge of seeing Johnny Appleseed himself. He was walking along 3rd Avenue, not too far from the water treatment plant. He was pulling behind him a suitcase on wheels. He had on a jacket with a hoodie underneath (obviously the Johnny Appleseed of the 21st century) and he had a long white beard.

How did I know it was Johhny Appleseed?

On top of his head was a pot, an orange enamel stock pot most likely from the 70s. That's how I knew it was him. Hopefully he planted some apple trees in my yard on his route...that'd be nice.

why German girls kick ass.

I'm German...mostly. My grandpa learned to speak english when he went to elementary school after his family moved to Wisconsin. Unfortunatley, I never learned the language...except for the one phrase that he taught me which loosly translates to "my dog farts." I remember that he would crack up everytime he said it and my sister and I would repeat it.
Germans are stereotyped as being larger than other people. Stalky I should say...and that's because we LOVE beer. Sometimes I think that I'd rather be fat and happy and drunk on a good beer than anything else. That said...my baby girl will be German...mostly. She's already 7.5 pounds and I still have 6 weeks until my due date...and 3 weeks until my scheduled delivery. I can't even imagine how big she would be if I had to go all the way to 40 weeks. Whew.
I think she likes beer too. Izze does. He likes to take empty beer bottles and pretend like he's drinking. I know he gets a taste when he does that and then he says "mmmm" He's a funny kid. He got a spanking the other day (sorry for all you non-spankers...I spank when needed) for kicking and hitting me while I was getting him dressed for school. After I spanked him (and he had on a diaper, so its not like he felt much...probably hurt his feelings more than anything) he pointed his finger at me, sobbing and said "no, no mama." Little fugger. I felt kind of bad after that and then he just wanted to be snuggled.
Having kids is hard. Knowing how to discipline is REALLY hard. Especially when they are old enough to understand, but not to really communicate. Plus, Izze is German...mostly and he's VERY strong. His pediatrician comments on how muscular he is at every visit. He's a handful...but he's snuggly and cute and I love him more than I could have ever imagined I would.
I've been reading an ongoing article on babycenter.com about a mother who has 2 kids under the age of two and she is so honest with her struggles and it makes me feel better to know that I'm not the only one out there who is worried about having enough love for 2 kids. I still feel bad for even having a 2nd child, because I feel like I will miss Israel after Tallulah is born...and at the same time, I want to be able to bond with Tallulah and love her just as much as I do Israel...but will I get the chance to bond with her like I did with him? Probably not. He was my world for so long...especially the few weeks that I was with him day and night after we came home from the hospital. Now, when I bring her home from the hospital, Izze will be there and I will want to spend time with him and hopefully that doesn't mean neglecting my bonding time with her. I think she'll be a daddy's girl anyway. I hope so. I was a daddy's girl and I loved it. I hope the same for Jeff and Tallulah. I think that men who have daughters are softened in a way. Sweet.

Well until next time...I may post some last pics of me and my huge belly...we'll see if I have the energy to stand up long enough to pose. :)

Crunchy Shrimp Rolls and Tempura,
Amy