still don’t have time to write up everything I’ve been meaning to say, but let me throw some thoughts down here.

First and foremost, my daughter is amazing. She was born about 5 days ago (Feb 1st) at 11:48pm. Her name is Brianna Katelyn, and she’s named after her Godfather, Brian. She was a c-section baby, due in part to her size (9 lbs!), but mostly because her mom spiked a nasty temp about 21 hours into labor.

The c-section itself was a nightmare. Deedee’s pain meds didn’t take care of all the pain, and after the baby was born, the Doctor told someone to “hurry up, she’s bleeding!” but no one would tell us what was going on. It was quite a horrifying experience.

BUT… there were some good things to come out of it. Like Brianna. We didn’t know if she’d be a boy or girl, so hearing them say “it’s a girl!” and hearing the little girl start crying was quite an experience.

Pretty much every hour since then has been an experience, too. Even right now, I’m sitting her sorting through some pictures of her (she’s such a cute baby), and turning around every few second to rock her. Last night, she spent about two hours just staring at me. I stared back. Couldn’t have done anything else, even if I had wanted to.

and it’s so odd. I’ve always been apprehensive about handling newborns. I usually pass if given the chance. But this one, I knew from the moment they handed her to me that she was different (obviously). I think I almost hold her too much. Not that you can hold a baby too much, but that maybe I’m robbing her mom of some much needed baby snuggles.

and she laughed! I know babies aren’t supposed to laugh for weeks, but she laughed. I’m a little jealous, actually, cause it was my neighbor who made her do it. She tickled the baby’s chin, and she smiled. She did it again, and the baby made the cutest smiley face and chuckled. Got a whole house full of witnesses.

As far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be posting them on Facebook. I know a couple of people who are very protective of pictures of their kids, and I happen to agree with them, so I’ll be controlling those pictures a lot more than just pictures of me or Deedee.

five days in, and a life time to go… to-do list: continue to take lots of pictures. buy shotgun. find a piece of land to bury teenage boys.

funny conversation:
Deedee (to baby): wake up…
me (to baby): “grab a brush and put on little makeup”
D: Are you singing that kid rock music?
me: huh? that was System of a Down?
D: so you are singing that kid rock music?
me: no. (to baby) *sings* “’cause you wanna be a cowboy-baby”
D: what?
me: Now I’m singing that Kid Rock music.

ok, it was funnier in person.

I’ve also been told to stop making Deedee laugh. Apparently laughing is painful after a c-section. so when Deedee says that the baby is exhausted after making that much poop, I cannot add comments about how it certainly did take a lot out of her. bad example… I think that just made her stare at me and blink.

oh, and I have found my weakness. my kryptonite. It is not dirty diapers or being spit up on. It is baby boogers. Seriously. We were in the hospital, and this kid sneezed something the size of new hampshire out of her nose. and it was five different shades of yellow and green. and it’s making me sick just to think about it. I almost lost it. she’s done that twice now… ::shudder:: seriously.

ok, I should run. gotta go spend time staring at the cutest kid in the world.

Quotes of the Past Few Days:

“At that point, it’s no longer a pacifier; it’s a kid-corker.” – Deedee

“That’d put a half-inch dent in a block of warm butter.” – Deedee’s Dad

“That’d make you want to go home and punch your momma.” – Deedee (about spicy food or something)