My daughter is so amazing! Scarlet made a visit to our new family practice MD on her two week birthday and weighed in at a grand total of 9lbs 7oz. The doc was going on and on as if she had not made the quota of 1oz per day that they want a newborn gaining in these first few weeks. It occurred to me that he didn’t have the right numbers plugged into the calculations in his head and once I clarified the trend of her weight gain, he grinned and said that he was impressed. Good. That’s right…these boobs are doing their job this time around. Not that Audrey didn’t have what she needed but I think there was just enough. I feel confident this time around that there is plenty of milk for Scarlet to grow big and strong and quite possibly, chunky.
Low point to my day–> I dragged myself out of my sleep depraived stupor and got my two daughters and myself dressed, cleaned up and packed up to head to the library for the toddler story hour at the library. I had received a brochure in the mail with all the upcoming programs at the library and in my attempt to get out of the house once per day I was all geared up to go with Audrey. And I think she was looking forward to it as well. She kept rehearsing the plan with me. It went something like this: “Mommy, when we get there you sit in the chair with Scarlet and I will sing songs and hear stories.” We arrive at the Gurnee library at exactly 9:30am [which is a feat in itself with a newborn, especially since I had time to blow dry my hair and put on a little mascara]. I rush in with Audrey in tow and ask the librarian where the story hour is and she looks at me like I wasn’t speaking English. Turns out that they had just completed their eight week program. I swear that the brochure said it started November 4th. Confused, I walk away, crestfallen, and explain to Audrey Anne that mommy made a mistake somehow and that there wasn’t story/song time. Poor girl. She bounced back much better than me. Here I thought I was being a good mom and providing a fun opportunity for my eldest daughter and smoosh, good idea got all mixed up. I plop down in an overstuffed chair and mope, attempting to nurse the squeaking Scarlet in public. And I just stare. And stare. We leave after forty five minutes of Audrey running around and pulling out all the books her heart good desire and when we arrive home I look at the brochure and sure enough I failed to take note that it was the Waukegan library, not the Gurnee library. Ug.
High points to my day—> The biggest one I can’t write about a whole lot here on the blog, but it is a huge answer to my prayers these last few months. It is going to allow me to be at home with my children more and I won’t have to go through the tedious and miserable process of finding a childcare provider to hand my very small baby to as I run off to work. For some reason, it feels easier to drop a two year old off at a child care provider, but to drop off an 8 week old baby, ug, break my heart open and spill rubbing alcohol all over it. But I won’t have to do that this time around…thank you, Jesus. And the second and equally important high point to my day: a small pan of tiramisu from the quaint Italian grocery store called Poeta’s in Highwood. {Thanks Jenakochena for introducing me to the tiramisu sold here in your hometown long ago when you brought us dinner after Audrey Anne was born…remembering your generosity.}
