Babymoon

So, I know some of you may have been waiting patiently for an update on Baby Sophie this past week. I've been, as you can imagine, a little busy with the two kids and all the associated fun of bringing home a new baby. One thing I have been working on during my few minutes each day at the computer is Sophie's birth story. It's a little rough around the edges and the formatting is not beautiful, but I can almost guarantee that there is more information about her birth than anyone besides me really wants to know or remember.

Anyway, I'll have more updates on the home life coming soon...but know that we are all well - Sophie's nursing like a champ and is almost back to her birth weight. We've had lots of generous people bring us gifts and food and well-wishes. Joe and I are suffering through a cold - he a little more pitifully than me.

Poor Julie has lost her only-child throne and is dealing as best as can be expected with the transition. There have been a few spectacular tantrums, and some night-waking demanding that Baby Sophie wants to go sleep in the crib. But she is going to make a great big sister and we are doing our best to help.

Sophie is the sweetest little thing ever. I can't get over how much this kid sleeps, and how when she is awake, she spends her time gazing into our faces and making cute little noises. This is something we, unfortunately, never experienced with Julie who was too busy screaming in food-allergy-induced pain to do. It's a bittersweet kind of thing, and as much as I am enjoying the normal-baby love, it makes me hurt all the more for the new mother I was two and a half years ago, struggling to love a hurting baby. And it makes me especially hurt for the poor baby who was in such pain.