Alabama Tracks

After ten weeks of being home with my baby, I went back to work, much to our chagrin.  I never in a million years would have imagined that I would enjoy staying at home as much as I have.

Today started at 5:20 when I got up to nurse Ruthie.  10 minutes prior to my planned wake up time, I didn’t think it was too bad.  We were out the door by 6:45 and to the daycare about 7:15.  I handed her over to  Sharon and she immediately had change her diaper and clothes.  She handed her back to me after some routine procedures, and I nursed her, handed her back to Sharon  As soon as she got her again, another diaper and clothes change needed.  This time it would be clothes that they have there in the daycare.  Who knew that she would need more than one extra outfit for the day?  She never goes through that many outfits in a day at home.

After some time at the office and answering several people about how I was doing, how she was doing, and if I was happy to be back, I headed back over to the daycare to feed her again.  I continued to go back every 2 hours to feed and burp her.  The only bottle they had to give her was her last one at 3:45 this afternoon.  The ability to see her throughout the day made it easier for me as I proceeded with my day at the office.  I managed to stay really busy as my desk was completely covered with stuff along with over 200 emails of which needed to be dealt with.  When it was all said and done, I was very pleased with what I was able to get accomplished while visiting Ruthie three times throughout the day.

At 4:30 I picked her up and she was on yet another pair of loaned pants.  The girl just had some issues today.  I have since found out that DHR does not allow the center to wrap the babies in blankets in the cribs.  My baby is one that likes to be swaddled in order to sleep.  Looking over her daily sheet, the poor girl didn’t sleep more than 45 minutes at a time.  She was of good disposition every time that I visited and I was very glad that she didn’t have to wait her turn to receive a bottle.  I saw many a baby crying waiting for their turn to be fed.

When we got home I focused all of my attention on her.  She fell asleep many times on me throughout the next hour.  When Joel got home with Arby’s for dinner (because I didn’t feel like doing anything extra) we ate, fed and bathed her.  We swaddled, rocked, fed again, and off to sleep she went.  My poor Super Peanut was so tired, I can only hope for a good nights rest tonight.

Though my day could have been a lot worse, it was plenty stressful and emotional.  We hold on to hope that we will be able to make the plans necessary to one day have me at home.   Hopefully sooner rather than later.  We continue to pray and would covet any you could offer up on our behalf.

Peanut has started to look more intently at objects and is more content to lay and talk to herself.  She is so deliciously sweet and knew her mama every time I picked her up today.  Tonight she looked so pleased to be in her daddy’s arms as well.  Her recognition is getting better every day.

Tomorrow is another day.  We only have four more days of this week and I’ll have another couple of days at home.  We’ll make it as none of this is unexpected to God who has already ordained our days.

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