Hazy Days

So a VBAC I did not get.

There is nothing quite like the c-section HAZE.

Morphine with a side of Percocet.

With a side of new born baby.

Topped with a scoop of 4 year old 

and 

a slice of 2 year old.

The baby is amazing 

and,

 today,
 is 13 days old.

I haven't taken a lot of pictures of her in the last week

because 

she was pretty jaundiced 

and was

on the biliblanket 

for 4 days.

She didn't care for that,

so 

we had to hold her around the clock.

Didn't leave much 

for 

blogging.

Here is 

Ms Oriana Mae 

7lbs 12 oz

20.5 inches

Born:

June 1, 2010

10:41 pm

Oriana at 2 days old.

Thinking PINK!

About 12 weeks ago I took this test.

It said I was pregnant with our
3rd

BOY.

I was happy.

I had my boy name chosen.

Duncan.

I love that name.

I kicked my self.

I had given away all my infant clothing up to size 12 months

and

my maternity clothes.

I started buying a few things.

I love shopping.

Fast forward to Friday.

20 weeks.

Sonogram day.

We went as a family.

Logan and Hunter

fought over a bag of dried cherries.

Baby was not cooperating.

 

All scrunched up,

crossed up,

wiggly,

and

thumb sucking.

Femur length,

heart view,

tibia length,

another heart view.

Maneuver the wand.

Screaming when Logan decides he should hold the bag.

The wand shakes my uterus.

We get a clear shot.

(Sounds like a sniper sighting his mark, doesn't it?)

Logan replies that he would like a baby

SISTER

because he already has a baby brother,

of course.

Logan got his wish.

But he says not yet.

"My sister is not ready yet."