Pukey pukeface

So I am taking Kennedy to the Dr. tomorrow because she is throwing up alot again. When I say alot...I mean like 15 times a day. Not just normal baby spit up. I thought that switching her to soy formula had solved the problem but now it seems worse then before. It isnt that she doesnt feel well, she just can't seem to keep her food down. I am also thinking that I may try to get her a pediatrician. I love Dr Campbell, but as John's sister in law pointed out - if the best possible care is available then I probably should take it. With all this puking and feeding problems I think that a pediatrician might be a good idea.

January 27th - This is me Today!!

Kennedy could be SCREAMING and if I hold up the camera...suddenly this is what she looks like. She stops crying and "poses". It is quite funny. She is quickly developing this wonderful little personality. By the looks of it, I have quite the little "actress" on my hands.

Lately she has really discovered her fingers and toes. She will sit and stare at her toes, just watching them wiggle. Her fingers are always in her mouth. Sometimes she has her whole hand in there and literally gags herself. I am constantly having to change her because the sleeves of her outfits are soaking wet. Still no soother. I'll keep trying.

Mmmmm...fingers.

My new favourite picture

Video - Kennedy learning to eat

Video - Kennedy in The Saucer

Merry 1st Christmas

Christmas was wonderful. Much different with a little baby. Much better.

Ussually I stress so much about gifts, - this year I was too busy. The day came and I still felt my normal anxiety about "Did I buy enough?", but I was more excited then anything.

I enjoyed the thoughts of this new little person becoming part of my family Christmas traditions.

Everyone was so excited for her first Christmas, which made it even more enjoyable for me. It made me look forward to Christmas's to come when she will be old enough to enjoy it. I look so forward to seeing the expression on her tiny face when she rips the paper off her packages.

In the past few years I haven't concentrated too much on decorating our home - inside or out. Now that I have her, I see the importance. I want Christmas to be a big deal for her. I want her to wake up on Christmas morning with the smell of cinnamon wafting in the air, bulging stockings, presents under the tree and lights outside her window. I want her to believe in Santa and write him letters. It's funny how it isn't about me anymore. I used to search through my parents house for my presents, rip the paper and peek ( and blame it on the dogs) always wondering what I was getting. This year I didn't care.

The only gift that I look forward to getting now is the very first construction paper and paste card. I hope it has a big red heart with "Mommy" written inside.

She SMILED!!

Yep. Here it is. The first EVER smile. Of course I had the camera!! I always have the camera. I must admit though, her smile gets better every day. This smile seemed delibrate. John was making faces at her when she did it. Who knows. She was 1 month old. It could have been gas...

Ok, ok - so it wasn't a tan.

What do you mean she's jaundice?? She is ITALIAN. She has a tan.

Feel free to laugh. She wasn't tanned. She was dark orange - and how in the world did I possibly think that it looked natural?

Welcome Little One

After the longest pregnancy ever recorded, finally on Sunday October 15th, I felt something.

Not a minute too soon, either. I was prepared at that point to do whatever I had to do to get that baby out of my body. Not exactly the glowing pregnant woman.

It didnt feel like it could be possibly enough to be labour. Just a little discomfort. That was at 6am. By 7 I was at the hospital, in the middle of a shift change, with John trying his best to break us in so we could have a baby.

It wasn't long until I was in "hard" labour. Not nearly what I had expected "hard" labour to be, but definately no walk in the park either.

I kept praying to God to let our baby be healthy. I promised that as long as she was healthy I would never ask Him for another thing. I had it in my head that there was going to be something wrong. Thank God there wasn't.

Kennedy arrived at 12:09pm. I remember John standing beside me while they took her to the other side of the room to clean her off. It wasn't one of those deliveries where they just handed her to me. They held her up and showed me and then took her to the side of the room. I remember telling him to go and hold her. I could hear her crying.

So he went and held her. I guess I expected him to bring her over to me and let me see her. But no - not John. What's he do? He takes her to the corner of the room and turns his back with her and tries to shield her eyes from the light.

"John??? Can I see her??????"

She was beautiful. And perfect.

8lbs 14oz. 21 inches long.

I promise I won't ever ask for anything else - and I thank God every day for listening to my prayers that day.