I'm sitting here at the hospital now writing this the morning we're going home. I'll have to post this either from my phone or when I get home because the internet here, while great, is somewhat wonky when it comes to blogs. I have a gorgeous (ha) rooftop view out my window and I can see that while it rained this morning, it looks like the sun (and humidity) is going to start peeking through.
I'm staring at this beautiful little face sleeping (finally) in her bassinet, that seriously just keeps getting prettier by the moment. How that happens? I have no idea. But I remember feeling that way with Emeline, too. Every time I looked at her--the girl got more and more gorgeous. I'm their momma, I'm supposed to feel that way--but this is one gorgeous girl, just like her big sister.
Our little Lucy Elizabeth. I don't even know how to describe the last 48 hours, really. The birth story? Well, that's an entirely different post for another day--with parts of it I'd like to forget honestly and other parts I want to bottle up and savor and experience a million times over. I could cry thinking about the beautiful moments, though. They were so good, and so special.
But she's here now. And my world as I knew it? Instantaneously different. I don't even know what else to say, other than--wow. Wow, wow, wow.
I have two girls now. I have two beautiful, precious babies--and I feel so undeserving of them. I cry thinking about the blessing of being their mother. The weight, the responsibility, but mostly the honor and joy that it truly is to be the mom of these precious gifts.
Lucy is a doll, with a full, thick head of dark hair--somewhat darker skin tone and complexion--with a heck of a way to instantly smitten any person who holds her. Trust me on this one. The first day of her life were spent sleepy and quiet, and last night she found her lungs. When she has a need, she totally voices it until it's taken care of. I can't blame the girl. Being thrust into this world must be a difficult change. We spent our two nights here at the hospital cuddling in the hospital bed, because she wanted nothing to do with being left alone--and, well--we have been together non stop for the last 9 months. I don't blame her a tiny bit, and in fact I get it. I kind of love having her close to me all the time, too.
So far life with my 2nd little girl in it has been good. So sweet. And a blessing. Seeing my girls together yesterday? Probably ranked up there in my top moments of Pure Awesome. I could not be more proud of the sweet, tender hearted big girl I have at home, who absolutely, positively is the best big sister to miss Lucy there ever will be. She had this instantaneously look of love and affection for her baby sister. It rocked my world and brings me to tears just thinking about it.
Today is the day we learn about being a family of four. Going home makes it all real. I can't wait.
Thanks so much for all the sweet words of encouragement, congrats, and love about our new sweet babe. My heart couldn't be filled with more joy. Truly.