She's Perfect

Mila Grace

8 lb 4 oz., 20 1/4 inches long

Where do I begin? Lacy, Joe, and my parents came out on Saturday so we could enjoy a couple of days together pre-baby. They cooked us a FABulous Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday night, seeing as we were going to be missing the Thursday celebration, and filled our house with family, noise, wonderful chaos, yummy smells, and holiday vibes. It was a perfect day-before-the-big-day.

Here is the official final size of the belly. So we went in bright and early (and SO thirsty) on Monday morning. Fasting the morning of , for a 7:30 surgery shouldn't be that big of a sacrifice, but seeing as I've needed multiple glasses of water to get me through the night these last few months, the lack of water was nearly enough to distract me from the fact that my abdomen was about to be cut open. So we arrived at the hospital at about 5:45 am, got prepped and wheeled off to the operating room at about 7:00. They dressed Ross in his cute white jumper, gave me my spinal, and Mila was born at 7:49. She was 9 days early, 8 pounds 4 oz, 20 1/4 inches long, and had what seemed like a ton of brown hair! They wrap her up, let me kiss her face once, and then scoop her off to the nursery while they hide me in recovery for like 2 1/2 hours. That's one of the bummers of the c-section. Everyone gets to know her before I do. :( But doesn't she looked loved? :)

With her daddy, Nana, Papa, Lacy, and Joe (Lowdogg if you didn't know.)


That day my family came by in pieces and brought Sophia down to meet her baby sister. That first visit, she pretty much seemed oblivious to the new baby, just a little thrown off by the whole hospital thing. She wouldn't say a word, cuddled with Ross and then with me in the bed, and shared my popsicle. Eventually she got a little chattier and left with her normal nonchalance. "Bye! Bye mom!", happy to leave the creepy room with Nana and Papa.


Tuesday morning she came by again and this time, stared at Mila, said hi to the baby, gave her head a sweet, soft stroke, and jumped and danced around the room with Ross. She was excited about her new baby sister. Cross your fingers for me-- she's in SD with my parents until Saturday-- I just hope she's still "happy" about our new little addition when she comes home.













So we stayed at the hospital Monday night and got discharged about 2 pm on Tuesday. We've spent the last two days enjoying uninterrupted time with our new little one in our own home, missing Sophia to DEATH, but trying to take advantage of the peaceful time for each other and our sweet little Mila... and some movies and naps. :)



I can't believe how tiny they start... she was swallowed up by her luscious pink car-seat... love it.