Today we took the little one to see Dr. Huang - best pediatrician ever. Our action plan was to get ourselves ready first, get a diaper bag ready, get her ready, then feed her right before we had to leave so she'd be more happy for the trip. I'd say the plan worked pretty well. She got upset getting into the car seat but then she was okay.
The pediatrician appointment went
fairly well. It turns out she is jaundiced so we had to take her downstairs to the lab to do a blood test. This was so sad for our little one! I tried to keep her on the breast most of the time so she had something else to focus on but it was still pretty upsetting. We are waiting for the results from the test to see if we will have to bring her into the hospital for photo-therapy. In the meantime, we are exposing her to sun in the house the best we can - 1/2 hour on one side and 1/2 hour on the other side. She's like a little tanning diva. We'll see how it goes.
So being a parent...what a trip! I can't believe it. I think my emotional state can be summed up by this little anecdote:
Last night DH went to pick up yet another lens for the new camera. At least he got this one used from Craigslist. Seriously the guy is now a camera hobbyist. So while he was gone, I thought that I would read littles this book:

It's a cute story about a big bunny and a little bunny and well, how much they love each other. I couldn't even get through half without breaking down sobbing! I just love this little person so much I can't even get over it. She is so perfect and beautiful and I can't believe she is here.
I was actually kind of nervous about how I would feel after the birth. I definitely felt her presence as I was pregnant but I had trouble visualizing what it would be like to have a baby. It is so much better than I ever would have thought. I keep thinking of that quote "my cup runneth over" - I think it was from the movie Hope Floats. I never thought I would be so bowled over by love so entirely. DH and I just love laying with her and looking at her, touching her little limbs and kissing her cute little head. We're so proud of how well her vacuum "hickey" is healing and just how robust she is. Of course we think she's the smartest and cutest baby in the entire world. And she actually is really well behaved - it's awesome.
I think about how lucky I am to have a husband who is sharing all this with me - I know some moms do it on their own. He is great - he is the burping champion. I do the feeding and then he walks her around and does the burping. He just has this great touch I don't have. He even does changes and everything. Oh and he feeds me which can be a tough job!
I also think about the small silly details - like how funny it is that I even bought waterproof mascara to the hospital. I look like I straight survived a war zone in the birth pictures - I have these mild black eyes, I think from all the pushing and probably all the blood running down for the birth process. Oh my gosh, even if I had lush full lashes in a perfect color I still would have looked like a mess.
One thing that I actually DON'T think about that much is the birth itself and the pain. I had heard that you basically forget all about it and it's true. I also heard people say before - nothing else matters in the birth - the only important thing is having your healthy baby. I pretty much believed that but I was kind of worked up about trying to have the natural birth and how much "better" that is for the baby and all this. You know, I had it all folks - pitocin, epidural, prostoglandin, vacuum - I don't think it affected our bonding at all. She is breastfeeding like a champ and I really think it's all fine. It would have been great if I did have a natural birth but I can't believe how unimportant it is in the scheme of things. I think about what I will do if we have another child and I'm just not sure yet. I certainly wouldn't want another identical labor and delivery but also it wasn't the worst thing in the world. Yes, I had to have an episiotomy and things are kind of crazy down there but that can happen with natural births too.
Well anyway, I guess all I can say to those of you who are pregnant with your first and reading this - don't worry to much about the birth process. Whatever happens, as long as you and your baby get through it healthy - it is a success. You will forget all about it soon enough. It's just not something to have a chip on your shoulder about either way.
Lastly, I want to add that being a parent can be humbling. I remember when some of my friends would say "I didn't even have time to take a shower today" and I would feel all smug and think of them as helicopter parents. I mean, of course you have time to take a little shower - just don't freak out. The baby will be okay! Well, there have been days where I have missed a shower. I just can't tear myself away. But now that my milk has come in she sleeps for longer stretches so hopefully it will get better. And of course I still have DH here which is really helpful. But it's just funny. Also I remember my mom saying your nipples get sore from breast feeding and I thought well - she just didn't know about proper latch technique like I read in the books. Ha ha ha. Well yes, I try my best but you can't always get it just right and yes, your nipples get sore. You just deal with it. I am sure for the rest of the little one's life I'll find that my prior thoughts about something were just dead wrong - it's all part of the journey.
Well, I was going to close this with some pictures of littles but DH is really taking his time selecting them. We have about a zillion as you can imagine. So hopefully I'll have some to post later this afternoon.
Thanks to everyone for all the congratulatory messages - we appreciate each and every one. This is truly a celebration for us and the happiest days of my life so far. I just can't imagine anything better.