7lb. 12oz. 21" long
I'm so sorry that it took me forever to post this! Coming home was really overwhelming. I have lots more pictures, of course, but I can't find the cord thingy for the camera. I guess it's still in my bag that I haven't unpacked. I don't know why I was so overwhelmed...she sleeps like, 22 hours a day. I even have to wake her up to feed her. Totally different with Ben. She's a good nurser, too, which I was worried about. Us girls, we like our food and sleep.
Having two at home now, I don't feel the obsessive need to play "catch up" like I did before. Even bringing Ben home--I still felt like there was someone missing. Well, because there was. There is, I should say. But I feel a little more complete now. Although I think that I will always be jealous of people with two boys. I don't know. I was worried that no matter how many kids I had, I would never have enough. I know that no matter how many I have, there will always be a hole. I can't bring him back. I guess I'm just shocked at this peaceful feeling I have that has been gone for three years. But it could be hormones.
Everything with her birth went very smoothly. I have some very gory pictures of my c-section. The nurse took the camera from my husband...I won't be posting those. Rosie screamed in the recovery room for about 30 minutes and I thought, "Oh man, what have I gotten myself into?" But really, she's made hardly a peep since then. She's a sweet girl. Ben is adjusting pretty well, I think. We've just been trying to keep him really busy and away from Rosie. He's pretty rough, but he's only 16 months old...he doesn't know any better. He tries to climb in my lap when I'm nursing, which breaks my heart a little bit. But all in all, it's been easier going from one kid to two. Maybe we're a little more confident this time. But everything could change when she hits 6 weeks, so I don't want to jinx us. More pictures when I find that stupid cord.