Ava's hospital photos arrived today. I really love how they send in a professional to do the hospital pics now, instead of just laying baby on that fixed camera/incubator thing on a piece of patterned paper. Of course, it's obviously great for the photo company; I mean who isn't going to buy these?
Looking at this it's hilarious to see her hair; I had tried to wet it and make it curl minutes before the photographer came to the room and it's fluffy at best. Now, just a few days later, I'm not sure I could comb the curl out if I tried. Not that I would.
Ava went to the doctor today. At 8 days old she has gained 10 oz, now weighing in at a hefty 6 lbs 8 oz. Strong work Ava!
I'm missing Boof a lot. I think this diet coke fueled, tired but happy state is the one I was in for a few years with her. Multiple nighttime check ins and feedings, and the last time I was doing this Charlotte was here, snoozing away in the next room. There was a lot more stress when Boof was here, but the morning drunken stupor is familiar.
I know she is watching and aware of us. And due to last night's 1 am rejection of Kirkland brand formula and it's resulting writhing and retching, that's all I can think to say about that.