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I got some good news yesterday, and that is that my mom's test results came back normal. She has fluid around her heart, but the cardiologist said that some people just have that for no real reason, and he thinks she's one of them. Her other doctor was alarmed by how low her vitamin D levels were, but this doctor just said it didn't seem that low to him. They're going to send her off to a sleep lab to see if that's why she's so tired (which is why she had all the tests done to begin with) and.. well, I guess we'll see what happens, but it does seem pretty good right now. I was worried about her because I can't really imagine what life would be like without my mommy, especially now that I have a little one myself. We're pretty close.
Evelyn threw a royal fit this evening. She screamed so hard that it was scary. There were tears and gunk pooling up in her eyes, so I wiped them for her and noticed a stray eyelash. After that, she stopped crying. We're not sure if the eyelash is what caused her distress, but that's exactly what is so frustrating about this newborn stage. Think of all the little things that irritate you! When she's upset, we know to feed her and change her, make sure she's not too hot or cold, entertain her (when possible), give her a pacifier, walk with her, put her to sleep, etc... but when she has a tiny eyelash in her eye or an itch on her leg or a scratch or a bump from her flailing arms.. there's no way to know what's wrong. This is completely obvious, of course. We expected it because newborns are just like that. But it's still a little surprising sometimes when she reminds us of how very little we know about what goes on with her even though we are with her all day long.
We were invited up to a picnic/fireworks-watching this evening with my parents. I declined because I don't want to break my baby's eardrums, but my mom then pointed out that they're half a mile away and can't actually HEAR them, they can only see them. They live half a mile, at most, from where they're being set off now. I didn't even know they weren't doing it where they used to, which made me sad. I am still homesick for where we used to live. I'm tired of being so far away that a simple evening out becomes a major ordeal. Of course, having said that.. I didn't really desperately want to go up tonight, anyway. We had homemade pizza and worked on a picture project we're trying to get done.. three large memories photo collage frames for our bedroom. It was pretty nice. Besides that, it's not the fourth yet anyway. Why do fireworks on the wrong day?
Evelyn threw a royal fit this evening. She screamed so hard that it was scary. There were tears and gunk pooling up in her eyes, so I wiped them for her and noticed a stray eyelash. After that, she stopped crying. We're not sure if the eyelash is what caused her distress, but that's exactly what is so frustrating about this newborn stage. Think of all the little things that irritate you! When she's upset, we know to feed her and change her, make sure she's not too hot or cold, entertain her (when possible), give her a pacifier, walk with her, put her to sleep, etc... but when she has a tiny eyelash in her eye or an itch on her leg or a scratch or a bump from her flailing arms.. there's no way to know what's wrong. This is completely obvious, of course. We expected it because newborns are just like that. But it's still a little surprising sometimes when she reminds us of how very little we know about what goes on with her even though we are with her all day long.
We were invited up to a picnic/fireworks-watching this evening with my parents. I declined because I don't want to break my baby's eardrums, but my mom then pointed out that they're half a mile away and can't actually HEAR them, they can only see them. They live half a mile, at most, from where they're being set off now. I didn't even know they weren't doing it where they used to, which made me sad. I am still homesick for where we used to live. I'm tired of being so far away that a simple evening out becomes a major ordeal. Of course, having said that.. I didn't really desperately want to go up tonight, anyway. We had homemade pizza and worked on a picture project we're trying to get done.. three large memories photo collage frames for our bedroom. It was pretty nice. Besides that, it's not the fourth yet anyway. Why do fireworks on the wrong day?
