Pictures!

After three days in the hospital, we arrived home with Emery on Sunday. Since then, it has been a bit "night of the living dead" around here, as Emery has her days and nights confused. Last night, she was a total champ and slept for three hours at a stretch, going back to sleep easily between feeds. That little bit of sleep enables me, somewhat bleary eyed, to get some decent non-iphone pictures out to the masses.

Our little family of three, for the last time

By Thursday, four days past my due date, and the day before my doctor left for a week in Hawaii, we decided to go ahead and schedule the cesarean section I had been avoiding. That turned out to be a good decision as my doctor would later tell me during surgery, since the thickness of my previous scar tissue and the size of the baby put me at much higher risk of complications than either of us initially thought.


Have you ever seen anyone more cheerful going into surgery? Yeah, I didn't really feel that confident. I do look it though, don't I?


I survived a little hyperventilation and soon enough, Dr. Schroeder freed the little person causing me so much grief in the last few weeks. I figured she was going to be big, but NINE POUNDS, 3 OUNCES? Check out the chub on our little girl!


Finally getting to meet my little girl.

So happy.

Does Kim not look hot in scrubs? Seriously, he may have missed his calling.



Alastair arrived the next morning to check out his new sister.

He was so excited to give Emery her very own "blankie bear" that he picked out himself and even wrapped. The kiss was entirely his idea. Too sweet.

And after nine months of waiting, three becomes four.

Emery surprised us all with her dark hair and steely blue eyes. Kim is convinced they are going to change to brown, but I am hoping for a dark haired blue eyed beauty, ala Kate Beckinsdale. We think Emery has a lot of Alastair's features, especially those little kissy lips, and she definitely has Kim's coloring.

Getting ready to come home. Sorry about the bow, Emery.



And Alastair finally gets to hold his little sister. He was a little hyper at the hospital and wouldn't really sit still long enough to hold her. Grammie gets the gold star of the week for wrangling a VERY active preschooler for three days and letting him live. Thank you!