We are still figuring out her tummy issues and when she poops we like to throw a party. Sometimes she cries so loud it makes me sick to my stomach. But I sometimes will think about what it was like to hold Holland after she died. I remember just holding her and wanting her to come back to life. It was very obvious that she was dead because she looked very different, but even still, I just wished I could freeze a moment of her looking at me, or snorting or crying. Anything. So when I have hard, frustrating moments with Wembley, I try to remember that, and remember how one day I would give anything to hear her baby scream (scream is probably more accurate than cry really :) ). I love my feisty, pukey baby girl.
Friday, October 17, 2014
I am a little obsessed with my baby girl. I'm not afraid to admit it. I can't stop staring at her and giving her kisses, that is, when she isn't puking. She loves to give open mouth druely kisses with her tongue. They're the best. And sometimes I forget that not everyone appreciates them. I constantly have baby barf all over me, and pumping is a very annoying chore. But its so worth it to have this little girl with me.