Emma is two weeks old… and we’re all still okay! I’ll eventually stop reassuring everyone that we’re okay, but right now, it’s like a daily triumph for me. We’re all still okay! We’re all still functioning and sane! Woo-hoo!
So, the other day I woke up with a 103 degree fever and a horrible pain in my right armpit. (Bonus points to you if you can name that ailment!) I thought it would get better so I kept on nursing, but after a couple of feverish days, I realized that I was wrong. I’m on antiobiotics now and quite done with the whole breastfeeding fiasco, part two, thankyouverymuch. I told Wes that if there’s another Faulkette in our future, he is to absolutely forbid me from even considering nursing as an option. Kudos to you ladies who are able to do it without losing your mind. I wish I knew your secret! Last year, I felt like such a failure when I switched Ana to formula after only a week of nursing. So much so that I was depressed for a good long while and seriously doubted if I was even capable of taking care of and loving a baby. This time? I was practically dancing a little freedom jig when I put that first bottle of formula in Emma’s mouth. I just feel liberated. I know that I love this baby and that I’m capable of taking care of her. Or I’m assuming so, since the first one is still alive. Praise God that this has not been an issue this time around! (And praise Him for the surprising ease of second born children! No one told me how much more confident I would feel this time around!)
In other news, Ana has discovered her nose recently and has felt the need to stick her fingers in it, especially while she’s at the dinner table. Really classy. This, however, is not nearly as embarrassing as her kissing technique, which is all tongue. We pucker up to her, and instead of puckering back, she tries to stick her tongue in our mouths. Yeah, it’s funny now, but it’s not going to be cute for long. I’m dreading the day when she tries to kiss another kid at church. Preacher’s kids — they’re out of control! Deviant behavior aside, though, Ana has grown up so much this past month. She watched a video the other day, has started pointing out things in her books, can walk on her own, is trying to talk coherently, is learning how to clean up her toys after she plays… I can hardly believe how quickly she’s changing. I hope things never get so hectic that I stop noticing the little changes in both girls.
My parents are leaving on Saturday. I’m dreading the good-byes. It’s so hard to see them go, not just because they’ve been an incredible help to us these three weeks but because I’ll miss watching them with the girls, hanging out with them, talking to them face to face. The good news, though, is that Wes’ mom will be coming soon after they leave. As hard as the good-byes are, there’s nothing quite as wonderful as picking up family members from the airport and seeing their reactions to Ana, who is always doing something new and has always grown so much since the last visit. This pick up will be even more special, though, because it’ll be Sandi’s first time to see Emma. What an exciting time! We can’t wait to make the introductions. Sandi, we know you’re counting down the minutes — so are we!
Speaking of counting down the minutes, we found out this past Sunday that the church will be paying for all four of us to go home to Texas for a visit next year. We wouldn’t be able to afford it on our own and didn’t know when we left if we’d ever be able to go back. What an incredible blessing, to know that Emma will be able to meet the WHOLE family in January! And that Ana will be able to eat some real Mexican food! Priorities.
That’s about it from here…