It's hard to believe, and even harder to accept, that it's been 3 months and 11 days since Idella was born. Being a big fan of family memories, stories, pictures, and our daughter in general, we decided to start a blog. We have family and friends spread out everywhere so this will be a good way for everyone to keep tabs on us. We already feel like so much has happened that we've missed recording, hopefully we'll be able to remember some of it! There's no better place to start than at the beginning...
Being pregnant with Idella was definitely an experience. She was breech the entire time and was so far up under my rib cage I couldn't breathe. She kicked constantly and always had the hiccups. I was on my feet the entire time and continued to work until the day before I had her. Jacob blames me for her need to always be moving. Towards the end of the pregnancy things got bad fast. I started showing signs of pre-eclampsia and had extremely high blood pressure. After a routine visit we ended up at the hospital for an emergency c-section. We were told I was far enough along she would have to be in NICU for a day or two but that was it. That is not what happened.
Right after she was born before they took her to the NICU
Idella was born June 18th of this year, five weeks early. She was stubborn from the beginning and wouldn't eat unless it was on her terms. She was in NICU at EMMC for 8 days with a feeding tube for 6 days. This was the worst experience ever. Recovering from a c-section at the same time I think I was just on auto-pilot. Jacob was amazing, he had to take care of her from the beginning since they wouldn't let me out of bed. She was born just in time for Father's Day so he definitely got the best present ever. She was so small we started calling her Idella Bean which has now evolved into Bean, Beaner, Beansie, etc. We're kind of starting to think that she isn't going to know her real name. We're trying to make an effort to call her Idella more so she will respond to that! When we did finally get Idella home it felt like we had stolen her from the hospital. We felt pretty confident on our first night "alone" with our own child, since we had been at the hospital for so long we already had practice feeding, bathing, and changing her. However, the first few bottles we made when we got home we stupidly made with tap water... This resulted in a screaming crampy child, frustrated confused daddy, and crying exhausted mommy. We knew better than that, had been warned about it, and had simply forgotten to pick up distilled water on the way home. Luckily since we live half a mile from the store we got some distilled water and started using that for the bottles. It took two days for her little belly to adjust, it will take forever for me to not feel guilty.
Idella about a month old with her daddy
Since that first night home with her we've learned a lot. I now know that turning up classic rock music on the TV and dancing with her will calm the worst crying fit, she likes being naked, hates getting out of the bath, and many many more things. At this point she is going to bed around 8:30pm and sleeping until 5am. She doesn't really cry anymore except for when she needs something, but when she does cry it's awful ear piercing screams. She hates going to sleep and this is when it's the worst. She is awake most of the day except for a few naps between eating (which is only every 4.5 hours). We couldn't ask for better, she is amazing.
There is so much more we are going to be able to experience with her and I can't wait. The last thing I want to do though is wish away time. So for now I am trying to enjoy every minute, even when she's screaming.