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Hi! My name is Emily and I'm a writer, a wife to Nick and mother to two very sweet little girls named Daisy and Ella. We live in a quaint little town outside Philadelphia, PA, with our two black lab sisters.

 

I started this blog as a way to stay connected with friends and family after Daisy was born and it has now become a home for musings on everything from our favorite family recipes, books, travel destinations and, ultimately, my quest to balance work, life, self-care and family - all while staying grateful. Happy reading!

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Two months old & one week home!

June 14, 2016

Today marks one week since we brought Daisy home and tomorrow she will be two months old

 

- it feels like time is flying by so fast we’ll never fully grab hold of it. Nonetheless we are trying to live in every moment and soak in the little mysteries of our sweet baby as much as possible. Having her home has been such a gift - I’m fairly sure we give her no less than seven thousand kisses per day. Her cheeks are just so plump and soft and shiny and sweet, it’s impossible to resist. I went grocery shopping this afternoon and the second I made it in our door I dropped my shopping bags and essentially dove onto the couch to snuggle her. I’d been gone two hours and I missed her terribly. 

 

Daisy has delighted us with her mild temperament - she is a very happy, curious baby. Her favorite activities include playing with her hands, being snuggled, laying on mom’s chest in the morning and sleeping in, being fed and listening to music - particularly Dave Matthews Band and The Lumineers. She has already formed a nice little friendship with our two black labs, Noni and Reno, who are fascinated by this new addition to our household. We read many articles on how to introduce your baby to pets at home. We brought home her used blankets from the hospital and tied them to their crate so they would recognize her smell. We brought them outside to meet the car and walked into the house all together as a family so they didn’t feel she was intruding on their territory. We then sat them down and let them sniff and study her. They were very gentle and immediately understood her delicate nature. Since then, they haven’t left her side.

 

 

We continue to be optimistic and strongly believe that she is thriving here at home with us. She appears to be very goal oriented like her parents. When she is swaddled, she immediately tries to break free, methodically pushing out one elbow then the other, one elbow then the other, until she loosens the fabric enough to release her arms and hands. When her pacifier falls from her mouth, she will squirm and shimmy and even roll over in order to get close to it.

 

Daisy has already visited the pediatrician, where she weighed in at 7 pounds, 9 ounces. While she was in the Intensive Care Nursery we’d asked several of the physicians and fellows for suggestions on a doctor who handles complex cases and every person we asked recommended the same “special babies” pediatrician, Dr. William McNett of Nemours DuPont Pediatrics. We met with him once while Daisy was still in the hospital and our visit this week was terrific. He felt Daisy exhibited good muscle tone and shared our positive attitude about the possibilities for Daisy. 

 

Right now we are in a holding pattern. Waiting for Early Intervention to kick in, waiting to get a

 

response to our application for medical assistance, waiting for appointments with the Metabolic team at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia (earliest available was August! Yikes!), waiting for feeding evaluations, swallow studies and results of the metabolic storage disorder testing… So much is in the air (as always, it seems) but we are putting all of that aside and enjoying the present. We live for her smile and her little full-body sneezes that draw her legs up in the air. Every time she yawns I melt into the floor. She often falls asleep with her arms up over her head and her legs in the air and we just watch her little chest rise and fall with ear-to-ear smiles. And her cooing is the sweetest sound I've ever heard. 

 

I have waited my whole life - truly, every single day - to be a mother. I knew when I was a very little girl, just old enough to recognize the difference between myself and a baby, that I was put on this Earth for one purpose: to be a mother. And sure enough, I finally feel whole now. I open my eyes and the first thing I think of is not myself, my trivial to do list or my work schedule - but instead this tiny magnificent human. I am needed now. My heart is full and it belongs to someone else now. It’s the best feeling in the world and I am so, so, so grateful to finally be at this point in my life.

 

Thank you all for your kind comments and words of encouragement - we are so lucky to be encircled by love, prayer and kindness.

 

Emily

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