Day Six and Good Things

“Hey, tomorrow is Day 6.” 

Those were Emilee’s words to me last Tuesday night.  I of course asked what the heck she meant, and was reminded as to how hormonally insane she became on “Day 6” of our other two visits to the post-partum parade ground.  At least I got a warning this time.  The crying at the fact that it started to rain our way to Target, or the completed irrational hatred for me because I couldn’t breast feed did not catch me by surprise this time.  A little warning is always a good thing.

These have been many good things that have happened over the past twelve days.  Most importantly Sophie came home healthy after going through the aquarium treatment.  I really have great things to say about the staff at North Fulton.  They were very helpful and supportive throughout our experience there.  Even the lactation consultant.  This ladies job is to basically make mom feel inadequate while cramming baby’s head into her boob.  And all you can do as Dad is watch because if you try to speak up they both turn on you.  I’m pretty sure Emilee made her first comment about “if you can’t do the job yourself, keep quiet” at about this point.

I have also had a chance to really see what Gage is all about.  I am usually at work when he is going about his day, and I do not always get the chance to spend as much time with him as I would like. He is talking more, super energetic, and a head trauma waiting to happen. The kid has a new bruise or bump or welt every day.  I am pretty sure the authorities would haul us away if they saw him some days.  But, he usually just gives a disgusted look that he was slowed for a moment and continues to move forward; head first of course. We also have to keep him from inadvertently killing his little sister with a flying phone or sippy cup.

We have also seen Gracie really develop her Jekyll and Hyde personalities.  When she is at school or karate she is little miss angel.  When she hits the door she is hell on wheels. We are playing the “how many times can I get dent to my room in a day” game.  But, she has been really good around Sophie.  As sure as I am that Sophie’s arrival has kicked our little maniac into action, I am equally sure that she is happy for the arrival of her little sister.  She has been super helpful with all things Sophie.  I just hope she isn’t secretly plotting something.

And, Emilee had her lithotripsy today.  It appears to have gone well, and hopefully this part of the saga can be over soon.  Now all that is left is to pass the broken stone fragments and get the stent removed.  So, as long as all of that goes to plan we can start the pain free (physically at least) trek toward creating the perfect child…

Or at least our version of her.

Keep Smiling,

Rob