Abbey, our beautiful newborn, will be two weeks old tomorrow. TWO WEEKS. That's nuts. But I have to say that while her introduction to the world was a bit unnerving there for a little while, she's truly thriving now. For that, we are truly thankful. I watch those St. Jude's commercials and completely lose it. I'm so grateful for a healthy child.
Over the past two weeks we've had a lot of firsts: baby's first car ride, her first night with us in the hospital, her first night at home. First diaper blow-out. First outfit. First trip to The Container Store. Mommy has had some firsts, too - like my first beer in over nine months. It was delicious. Yay Guinness.
It's also amazing the changes that you see day to day. She now has more control over her head, though her limbs still flail about flashing what appears to be some sort of gang signs. We're at the very beginning of what feels like it could turn into a schedule. It all feels pretty darn good, I must say.
Of course, we had some help. Mainly in the form of Graham Weygandt - Scott's Mom - who came out from Buffalo to help us. And that she did. For almost a solid month. She left earlier this week, and I think both Scott and I were nervous to see her go. I mean, Abbey has been great - we're very lucky - but there's something to be said to have someone on bench ready to jump in and help in the blink of an eye that helps you sleep at night. Just the comfort that she brought with her was worth her weight in gold. So, thanks, Grandma. You rock. We miss you.
But truly - so far - flying solo hasn't been too bad. We're enjoying our time together and watching all these precious first moments fly by. They grow up so fast, you know.