Irene's first spit up = while dad is holding her...on my shirt.
Irene's first vomit = while dad is holding her...on my shirt, shoulders, the couch, and herself.
Another diaper dad story = in the middle of the night changing a poopy diaper...her butt is dirty, I clean it up...and while I'm cleaning, she poops again...
some love for mom too = shannon changing her on the couch (she put a blanket down)...as soon as the diaper is around her body, but before it is strapped shut, she poops. blow out.
this kid is awesome.
and we posted some new pix.
8 comments:
Jer,
Thanks for the pics; they're awsome...I love my graddaughter; sheis beautimous...
Greg, I'm first again.....
You should be first...you're a gramps now. The daily monitoring of c'mon Irene has me all in a tither...I want one NOW. Is the rumor about the black tar poop when they're first born really true? I heard it doesn't stink yet, like God gives us a bit of time to really fall in love before our kid's smell makes us vomit.
I'll never forget the first time I saw her through the nursery window. She was a new addition to the fourth floor nursery, her basket had not been there on an earlier trip. She was swaddled in a blanket and lying on her side looking up at her Nana and me as we peered eagerly into the hospital nursery. Those dark eyes just glared at us. All the other babies were sleeping, but not this one. Her eyes were open and she looked REALLY, seriously, ticked off. I looked at Becky and said something like, "I wonder if that is our baby", since we knew what a difficult time she had coming into this world and this child looked like she definitely had a gripe with someone. However, Jeremy had mentioned that Irene had lots of hair, and this glaring baby had a hat on, but didn't seem to have lots of hair underneath. Besides, we thought Irene was still in neonatal intensive care. So, we walked away, out to wait some more.
Of all the babies in the nursery that night, this one was unforgettable. Even if she had not turned out to be my granddaughter, I would still have the image of that small face with the dark eyes staring up at me. But we met her in her mother's hospital room an hour later and it was the baby from the nursery window. I love you, Irene Hope.
she definitely has piercing eyes...we love them.
is anyone else worried that mr. greg might spontaneously combust? [make sure you have food in your stomach and are hydrated when Kim goes in for labor/delivery]
black tar poop is true. although it is more like dark green tar...but it definitely doesn't smell and that is definitely a good thing.
irene peed on me again. I think she thinks it is funny.
I did NOT know that girls could projectile pee. That's a good bit of information to have. I keep a granola bar handy and will be well hydrated and rested for b-day. Brandon McCain should be a daddy any moment now if you know him (and even if you don't).
Meconium is not poop. Meconium is way easier to deal with. Although smelly, Meconium is easier on the olfactory senses that strained peas and turkey...after 2 hours in the digestive track. Babies are great.
"peeing on" means that while changing her diaper, Irene pees...alot...and it runs everywhere. including on my hand that is wiping her butt/legs/wrinkles...
Nurse Racher is putting up big points in the "favorite aunt" category: first aunt to meet her, hold her, etc...but moving to seattle will definitely hamper her ability to remain in the top for long. oh well. we are enjoying her visit with us while we can!
I thinks its time to post some more pictures...I mean its been like a week!
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