A warm hello from that island somewhere in between Timbuktu and Antarctica known as post-partum. We've had exactly one emergency a week in the first three weeks of our little one's life, and I gotta tell you, I'm ready for the new normal to emerge 'cause I'm not settling for this!
I won't get into the details of the first two, because nobody wants to read about a 30-something's trek to heal from childbirth, but I'll tell you, I'd have much preferred the third could be blamed on me as well. Stella began to run a fever Sunday afternoon. If you've ever had a newborn with anything over 100.4, you know what happens next. Blood draws, spinal taps and a minimum 3 days in the hospital. We couldn't kick the fever until day 4, so we're just getting home.
We're counting our blessings over and over, although I will turn into a primal club-weilding cave-mom should anyone try to touch her over the next five weeks.
So in celebration of her homecoming, and my first trip to my desk since her arrival, I want to post an unedited photo her Aunt 'Becca and I took when she was 4 days old. Pullbacks, tutorials and more pictures to follow!
