Chloe-ism

If you are really bored and want to see some pictures of Macie, go to this website.
www.Our365.com

Then search by customer number
72202321054232

That same number is the password, and the first four letters of my last name are MORT.
This I mention for all of my anonymous friends and blog stalkers who have nothing else to do but look at a stranger's baby pictures.

My blog is very, very popular. Sometimes I get 2 whole comments.

P.S. Don really likes the picture of himself and the baby (cough cough) It is very Don like don't you think?
Now you are gonna go look...

Anyway, Macie is a week old today and she is an angel. I am enjoying this phase SOOOOOOOOOOO much more than last time. Not that I didn't absolutely adore Chloe, but I was rather traumatized by the whole experience, was in a lot more pain afterwards, and was totally shocked by the huge life adjustment.

Now I am a little more used to a child's needs coming before my own and I had mentally prepared myself for the recovery.

However, Macie hardly ever cries, unlike Chloe, who now I realize was extremely colicky. I have no idea how to spell that word.
And, my body is healing much faster. That's probably because I ran 10 miles up until the day of delivery.
Okay, no I didn't.

I am really enjoying my little Macie.

Oh did I mention she has jaundice and has to have a "billy blanket" wrapped around her all day. She has had it on for almost 3 days and I am pretty sick of it. Although she does make an excellent night light.

Chloe told me yesterday:
"Mommy. Baby sista not have any eyebrows.
We glue some on?"

So we did.
Just kidding.

Macie comes to earth.

Macie Leigh Mortensen arrived Saturday February 5th, 2011 at 7:44 PM. Weighing in at 7 pounds 11 ounces. 37 weeks and 2 days gestation and 2 weeks prior to my scheduled inducement.

My joy is immense and I just want to cuddle and stare at her all day. Unfortunately I have to take baths with an inflateable donut sometimes so I am not totally free to do that.

More details later...but it was an amazing experience and better than any Super Bowl in the history of super bowls. Although I wouldn't know much about that cause I don't really care about the Super Bowl. But seriously, it had all the makings of a historic game: surprise, waiting, pain, exhileration, drama, down and out, losing in sight, faith, team work, encouragement, screaming, cheering, and then pulling out the win in the end....

I can't wait to tell you all about it.

I am going to go stare at Macie now.

Yesterday Chloe was being less than delightful during my piano lessons.

So Don put her in her room.

Next thing I know I hear the most pathetic poetry reading of "Twinkle, Twinkle."

From the back room I hear Chloe giving her mournful speech:
"Twinkle Twinkle Wittle Staw.
How I wonda whad you awe..."

And so on....

I couldn't stop laughing.
I asked Don what in the world she was doing that for.
He told me he told her she could come out of her room when she was happy and that he wanted her to sing "Twinkle, Twinkle."

I guess she couldn't bring herself to sing it, so she just spoke it.

14 days...14 days...14 days...I can do it...I can do it...I can do it...I can...do...i.....

Melissa Get's In Trouble.

So yesterday I went to my Doctor.

And while I was waiting in my little room, I decided I would take my shot. Which by the way, was really late in the day to be taking my shot. Bad Melissa.
But if you had to give yourself shots twice a day you would procrastinate too wouldn't you? They are so tedious. In case you don't know why I take shots, it is because I had a blood clot in my leg a few years back so I have to take blood thinner while pregnant. But only while pregnant, thank goodness!

Anyway, so I was taking my shot, and I was almost done and the Medical Assistant knocked and I said come in. It wasn't on purpose, but I quickly put my shot stuff away, and it looked like a just threw it on the floor, when really I was landing it in my purse. I guess I looked suspicious. So she comes in and sort of flips out.

She thought I was shooting up.

I quickly explained, but she was still weird.

Then I heard her outside say, "Ya well I came in and she was dropping everything on the floor."

I thought, could we please not announce this to the entire back office staff?

So then my Doctor came in and said, "So I guess Jennifer thought you were shooting up." And he kind of laughed.

And then I had to explain why I was taking my shot so late in the day and how I have been a very bad girl in getting my blood checked.

And then I had the Strep B test.

And I said, well 3 uncomfortable awkward situations are about all I can handle in one day, and I went home.

I don't think I have ever been suspected of being a drug user.
And I hope it never happens again.

The end.