Here are some pictures of Siena’s first tub bath from early November. Her umbilical cord stump fell off on her third day home, so we just skipped the sponge bath stage. Most of the time now we just fill the baby bath tub, but sometimes we take a bath together like we did for this fist bath.

My little newborn has quite the collection of hats. She has hats that her Grandma Betty crocheted for her, hats that match her sleepers, and a hat from the hospital. For the most part she is a pretty easygoing baby, but can get VERY fussy if even the teensiest part of a hat touches a single eyebrow, let alone covers her eye.

So it made me laugh aloud in disbelief when I glanced over at my silently swinging baby, about two feet from my perch here on the couch, to see THIS:

Her hospital hat had worked its way down to completely cover her face! And she didn’t make a sound! So what did her mother do? I took a picture with my cell phone. And then I rescued her. I just had to share it with you all first.

You are one week old today! Your Daddy and I are awestruck by how much you’ve changed our lives these past seven days. Just last Sunday we were driving around the Hood River Valley taking pictures of the fall colors, savoring our time together as a couple but anxious to know when you’d decide to come join us in this beautiful world outside the womb.

We were close to having our answer when I started early labor Monday afternoon. Tuesday morning we headed to the hospital soon after active labor began, and by about nine that night I was lovingly stroking the supersoft hairs on your head as you were crowning. We waited several minutes for a supervising doctor to arrive, and I enjoyed caressing your not-quite-born self until he arrived and it was time for a few final pushes. One kind nurse held a hand mirror so I could watch you come out, and right away they put you up on my tummy. You were so tiny and perfect…and strong! We were surprised that your little arms pushed your head up off my chest and looked straight at me with those piercingly beautiful eyes. Your Daddy says I kept saying to you, “You’re my baby! You’re my baby.” He got to cut your umbilical cord a few minutes after you were out and already busy nursing, and the nurses wiped you clean without taking you away so we could enjoy your first few moments with us. They stayed busy scurrying around taking care of me, while I was oblivious to it all, too wrapped up in falling deeply in love with you. [Read more…]