Sunday, July 31, 2011

A week already?!

I know I've left people hanging since last Friday's post - clearly, I've been busy adjusting to life as a mom (I'm actually a mom! SO. WEIRD.) but it would have been nice to leave a "We're all alive and well!" update here for folks. A girl shouldn't mention the NICU and leave it at that.

So here it is: We're all alive and well!

Day 3 of parenthood! I still look incredibly puffy.

There's a story to be told, of course, for those who want to know how the c-section went, why she was in the NICU, and all the stuff in between. I found such first-person accounts incredibly helpful (and reassuring) when I was pregnant, and I hope to pay that forward. That post will be coming later.

In the meantime, B and I are a little sleep-deprived and a LOT happy. She's here, and everyone is safe and healthy.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Welcome, baby girl.

You came screaming into the world today at 9:57am - a whopping 6lbs 8oz and 20 inches long. I can't wait for you to be out of the NICU so I can hold you again. The separation is killing me.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Year of the Rabbit (and also BabyH)

I have a deep and abiding love for stationery and sending people mail. As far as I'm concerned, there is nothing more beautiful in the world than a full mailbox - even the inclusion of bills cannot hamper my love for a giant pile of mail.

Naturally, buying thank you cards for baby gifts was a BIG source of entertainment for me. (I went a bit overboard, I think. I have a frightening amount left over.) I had a wide variety, and was super excited to get a not-babyish-but-still-baby-related stamp to go with them:

From the back of the stamp sheet:

Millions of people around the world will celebrate the Year of the Rabbit beginning February 3, 2011. The rabbit is the fourth of twelve animals associated with the Chinese lunar calendar. People born in the Year of the Rabbit are said to be sensitive, cautious, and lucky. The Year of the Rabbit ends on January 22, 2012.

The image is a pair of kumquats, which are "given as gifts and eaten for luck at this time of renewed hope for the future." Even more fun? The artist, Kam Mak, grew up in New York City's Chinatown and now lives in Brooklyn. (Bklyn represent!)

Six more days until our little bunny's arrival. Tick tock!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Last days and (almost) new beginnings

See the giant red box? It was a big moment worth a Sharpie.

Today was my last day in the office until October, when I return from my maternity leave. I'm also taking a bit of vacation before the 22nd in hopes of avoiding any drama with the placenta previa, and to try to mitigate the size of my ever-swelling feet and ankles. (Note: New York City in July is NOT the best place for a pregnant woman to be shuffling around to work and back.)

It was really, really weird and I didn't think I'd be quite so affected by it. I spent hours tying up loose ends, writing memos, transferring files, and packing my desk up for the office-wide move that will be taking place in September while I'm out.

Doesn't it look so sad and empty?!

It felt a little bit like the last day at camp, saying goodbye to your friends, everyone asking to stay in touch ("And send pictures of the little one!!"), packing up all your stuff...

Obviously I'm so very excited about welcoming our daughter to the world. I'm also nervous and anxious and full of about a thousand different conflicting emotions - I've never been a mom before! I've no idea what it's going to be like, the ways it's going to change my life. I've wanted this for years and, now that it's finally right around the corner, I find myself completely overwhelmed by the giant unknownness of it.

I've never been a carefree gal (thanks, diabetes). I'm an obsessive planner, a to-do list taskmaster, an overthinker - the unknown and I are not exactly bosom buddies. But I've got B in my foxhole, and it's beyond reassuring to know we've taken this leap of faith, this giant open-armed "What will be will be" step into an utter question mark of a future, together.

So come on, baby girl. Your momma might be an anxious mess when we meet, but it's all going to work out just fine. Can't wait to meet you next Friday.