
I can't believe tomorrow will be three weeks already. It is going by so fast. I am already dreading going back to work on April 2nd.
I am getting better at making myself sleep when she sleeps, but I really just want to sit and hold her while she sleeps. I always wonder what she is dreaming about, she makes the cutest faces!
I can see her growing already. She is almost fitting into most of her preemie outfits now. I know that is a good thing, but I do wish she could stay small and cuddly forever. There is a new country song out by Darius Rucker - It Won't Be Like This For Long. Makes me cry because I know how fast the time is already going.
We are still on the every 2 hour feeding schedule, until she reaches her due date (Feb 2). It is exhausting. She is getting much better at nursing, which is great for me. The nursing, pumping, bottle feeding is getting old real quick!
Once she reaches her due date the doctor said we can start taking her out more. Because of her weight and being 4 weeks early, we have restricted where we take her. And I am anal retentive about who touches her and making sure they wash their hands.
We have taken her with us to church every week. We go to the early service now because there are less people, and we sit in the "baby room" off to the side. The clergy are great about coming in to see us and giving Melia a special blessing each week. We really count our blessings every day for her. Many of you followed our stress in this blog from the time I started bed rest. Although I gave the facts, I really neglected to talk about how bad things could have been. At 32 weeks, the doctor told us that "fetal demise" was a possibility we had to consider. Medically they couldn't do anything, just "go home and rest". At that point we put everything in God's hands. With lots of prayers (many from all of you), we were blessed with an healthy baby girl. We are still amazed that she didn't go to NICU and got to come home with us. She truly is a miracle.




