Top 5 worst things ever.

I wanted to take a little time to describe to you what I have experienced as the worst injustices anyone could inflict upon a baby. Ever. While I have noticed many, I have compiled a 5-item list of what I feel are by far the worst.

#5. Tummy time. There has to be a better way to increase my neck and back strength.

#4. The expectation that I should be able to hold the pacifier in my mouth all on my own. Honestly, is it too much to ask for that someone hold it there for me? How is it expected to stay there otherwise?

#3. Bath time. While I don't require alot of baths right now (only 2 or 3 a week), it qualifies as one of the worst things ever in spite of the relative infrequency. Note that my attempts to complain are being ignored, as the bath continues despite persistent crying.

#2. Hunger. Who in the world thought that cutting the cord was a good idea? Ever 2-3 hours, I feel hungry, cry, and get fed. Why, oh why, can I not just feel satiated all the time?

#1. Chest time with Daddy. Truly the worst of the worst, laying on Daddy's chest is the ultimate torture for babies. Where are the breasts? Why is there no milk? It's the right area of the body, yet nothing. I cannot be expected to be content on this chest of emptiness; this is psychological torture that even GWBush and his cronies would not support.

My first days at home: May 9-13, 2008

We got to go home on May 9th - only 2 days in the hospital, but definitely ready to leave.



Daddy, grandpa, and I. All I wanted to do was nap. I was so young and naive... napping is for babies. Crying is much more fun.



Such a tiny munchkin - how long will Daddy be able to use the football hold?

My first siesta in the bassinet.





Many visitors those first days - including my my surrogate daddies.



Hanging out with Mommy's mommy.




Snoozing after a long day of napping.

Post-Dated: May 7-9, 2008

Happy birthday to me! After a prolonged water-breakage, 9.5 hrs. of labor, 1 epidural, 2 bolus doses added to epidural, one persistent hot-spot, and 1 hour of pushing, mommy got me out. All 7lbs, 5oz of me. Not too shabby. Everyone agrees I'm definitely the cutest baby my mommy and daddy have ever made.

On-hand at this blessed event were grandparents, one uncle, and one aunt. There were also lots of friends who visited us in the hospital, which made time there much more enjoyable!

I must say, however, that I was beginning to feel like a pin-cushion... and those awful bracelets, and anklets. Absolutely terrible. Thank goodness I didn't have the 'extra' appendage - Who knows what they would have done with that...