Morning 3

Gramma spent the evening here with us last night. We had dinner, watched Jeopardy. Kind of like normal.

I think I managed to sleep a full night's worth over the course of the evening last night... 12-2am, feeding, 2-7, feeding. I might even go back to sleep after I finish writing this, just because I can!

Calina seems to know that she needs rest, so she's been surprisingly willing to be left in bed. She lets me know when she's hungry, I hold her for a few, and then she goes right back to sleep. She's such a little angel. And sleeping again.

We haven't seen the doctor yet this morning, but a few people have been through to look at her and say she looks great. And she really does.


I can't believe how well she can still open her eyes at this point. Everyone warned us that her eyes would be completely swollen shut by this point, and.. they're not! That left eye has plenty of room left!

It's such a relief to get to this point. There's nothing going on that is really any cause for concern whatsoever... She doesn't seem to mind much, doesn't appear to be in much pain. The only time she ever complains is when they take her blood pressure. (She hates that thing.)

Colin is doing really well, too. He talks to her while she's awake, sings her the Ants Marching song, He's sleeping a ton -- stays asleep when I get up to feed her or talk to the nurses.

And me? I'm doing surprisingly well, too. I thought I'd be a wreck. I was a wreck when we arrived. But now... I'm really just relieved. A little nervous about what comes next, but... really, really relieved.