It was OH SO cute and so very special. Deaton wanted to know if I was bringing Baby Dawson to his home, and just where I was exactly. I told him California, and he said, "I want to go to Falicornia". And I think he should. How sweet are they!
Dawson was so alert this morning for about an hour, then he ate twice like a champ, pooped the grossest diaper and initiated his lolly into the I Pee Freely Club. I mean like drenched me, drenched his bed, and his clothes... the boy has mad skills.
He is also so strong he pulled his head off my shoulder and turtled around like he's a month old! We just were amazed.
After he got an A on his hearing test, and an A on his oxygen saturation test and another A on his bilirubin level, we were packing up all our gear and heading home to meet his giant black sister.
I just want to tell you that preeclampsia is a big big deal, and I am so thankful for my prayer warriors sending up prayers to heaven for me on my flight out and all day on the 5th as she labored, with that horrendous magnesium drip keeping her blood pressure down. Nothing about that stuff is good and Kip (and Dawson)rocked it like a boss. She is a natural at this mommy thing.
However, her feet look like staypuff marshmallow man, so we could use prayers that all that mess subsides and she is able to start feeling back to normal. I mean, wow.
Brielle did amazing. She was so respectful of him, and really left him alone while mommy held him and the funniest thing when I held him, she felt compelled to come and stick her nose on him and see what in the world lolly was holding. Both Dawson and Brielle did amazing. Baby didn't even budge when Brielle barked when the door bell rang. He's totally used to hearing her bark.
And the highlight was Aunt Nancy and Uncle Lavonne bringing us some delicious chicken tetrazzini and all kinds of goodies, including her famous lemon cake, that I love and adore.
I am so full this evening, full of yum food, and a full heart, so filled with joy that we have such an amazing family, and such a precious, little angel baby that really is so chill, it's just almost too good to be true. I remember Hallie being an extraordinary baby (and she was one ounce smaller than him), and someone commented that big babies are so much more content, and man, I believe it. He is just really the best baby. I thought Deaton was a great baby, and Dawson is joining an elite club of amazing young men. He is just a precious little gift.
I love this picture of Kip and his GIANT FOOTPRINTS that didn't even fit in the little newborn box !
So first night home, big Brielle doing good, Mama doing better (I will feel better when her swelling subsides somewhat) and a big day planned tomorrow, with Uncle Brad (his namesake) and Auntie Brooke coming with his cousin, Rhett and grandma Pam and Grandpa Don. Should be another fun, good day. Brandon's doing great, loving on the big dog and easing into his role of loving dad with no problem at all, and all is peaceful and full of love in Redding, California.
I didn't think I could love anything more than I loved my kids.
And then they gave me grandkids.
God is oh so good, All the time.