30 weeks.

Yay for the BIG 3-0!

This week, I think it is safe to say, that my morning sickness has returned.

Luckily after a quick throwup in the mornings, a nice breakfast with a half a zofran. I'm feeling much better.
Or at least good enough to make it through the day having a little fun:)
I've also been increasingly tired.
Some nights I sleep 10 hours, take a 2 hour nap in the middle of the day, yet still feel like I haven't slept in days.
But that's how it goes right?!
One thing I absolutely love is how active our little one is.
She is moving all the time!
Luckily she seems to calm down at night so she isn't keeping me up.
Yet...:)

This pregnancy has been extremely hard on me physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Definitely a lot harder than Olivia's was.

During my entire pregnancy with Olivia I received constant comments on how small I was and how I was going to have a small baby and blah blah.
Then, it just made me mad.
But the same thing has happened with this pregnancy and I'm not going to lie I feel like I've let what people say affect me much more than I should.
I've been told that I'm unhealthy, the baby is going to be unhealthy, that the reason Clara's been measuring small is because I don't eat enough.
And I'm sick of it.
It's not so much the actual comments that get to me but the fact that by them saying them they are implying that I'm not being a good mom or something.
And that I care more about how I look rather than the health of my baby.
It's extremely hurtful and has been something that I've really had to work through.
My doctor has told me numerous times that I am perfectly healthy, that our baby is perfectly healthy.
And that yes, I carry my babies different than most but that doesn't matter.
I've gained the recommended weight and definitely do everything I can to take care of myself and the baby.
I try to remember that and not let what people say get to me.
It's hard, but I've come to realize that those comments come from people that don't know me well, well enough to make such judgements.
And so after a lot of anger and tears I've decided that people can talk, they will talk but that doesn't matter.
I instead want to focus my attention on this precious blessing we're about to receive.
I couldn't be more excited to meet my sweet girl and to have the special honor of being her mom.
It's such an incredible feeling to know that Heavenly Father is trusting us with another one of His special daughters to love and cherish forever.
Our family is truly blessed.
So here's to 10 more weeks.
Maybe a little less:)

We were able to see our baby girl again last week.

She's so perfect I can hardly stand it!

She is still measuring small...in the 15th percentile. And her stomach is measuring in the 5th.

She is weighing in at a whopping 2 pounds 3 ounces.

None of this is concerning yet, but they would like to continue watching her closely and make sure she is still growing and receiving enough nutrients from the placenta.

My doctor said that sometimes placentas get to a certain point where they stop providing adequate nutrients to the baby.

And that this happens whether or not I'm eating 1000 or 10000 calories a day.

And so there will be more ultrasounds in the future which is perfectly fine with me!

This exact same thing happened with Olivia and I ended up having to be induced at 37 weeks.

So that puts us just 7 short weeks away from meeting our baby.

If she follows in her sister's footsteps:)

We'll see..but for now I've got to finish her baby blankets and burp cloths!

Oh and sorry about the venting.

This is my journal and I want to remember those kinds of things.

Our very sick baby.

I am so sad to have to say it, but I do.

I really really hate nursery.

Those of you that know me know that I am a complete germ freak.

When Olivia was born I hardly let anyone hold her and if they did they did they had to scrub up and put hand sanitizer on every time they touched her.

I did not want anyone kissing her unless it was Michael or me.

And really so much more, but I'll spare the details.

I may have been a tad bit over protective but I definitely do not regret it.

And I know I will be the exact same with baby Clara.

It's just me.

Anyways, as Olivia turned 18 months old (nursery age) it never even crossed my mind to allow her to go.

I mean there are like 20 kids in there that slobber and drool all over everything.

And there's no way to know if they are sick or not because no offense people but parents send their children regardless of whether or not they are sick.

That being said Olivia attended nursery one time this last summer.

Got sick (like I thought) and didn't go back until two Sundays ago.

Michael and I figured that since flu season was coming to an end and her being 21/2 and just really quite a distraction to us when we keep her with us, decided to give it another shot.

I mean there was a sign on the door that said don't bring your child even if they have the sniffles.

So reluctantly I let my baby go.

And what do you know, Tuesday morning she wakes up with a runny nose and goes to bed with not only a runny nose but a cough complete with wheezing.

Words cannot describe how mad I was.

I mean seriously parents is it that hard to keep your child home if they are sick?

Here's our cute girl feeling so sick.
Yet, still  trying to enjoy watching The Lion King.

Well over the next few hours things went from what looked like just a bad cold to she seriously needs to see the doctor now.
Her wheezing got a lot worse and I could just see her little chest moving up and down as she tried so hard to breathe.
My pediatrician was out of the office for the day but luckily there was another doctor there that was willing to see her immediately.
The second we walked in they took us back and the doctor came in and took one look at her and said that she needed a breathing treatment.
So they hooked a little mask up to the oxygen tank and I just held the mask up to her nose for 10 minutes.
Luckily it didn't have to go over her face or anything so she was pretty relaxed.
Except for at the very end when she randomly started throwing up.
It was bad.
Especially with my heightened sense of smell and overall grossed outness with barf since I'd barfed well over 100 times in the recent months.
It was all I could do to not join in with her.
Luckily, I caught a lot of it in my hand and blanket so I just had to take her shirt off.
When the doctor came in to check on her again he seriously looked at her for 5 seconds and then said, "excuse me" and walked back out.
Okay, by now I was freaking out a bit.
She still sounded the same and was just really having a hard time breathing.
A few minutes later he came in with another doctor who immediately said that she needed to go to the hospital and spend at least the night there so that they could give her breathing treatments as needed.
They told me to take her straight there and not even to go home to grab her a change of clothes.
I called Michael who was at school and was planning on being there in to the night because he was debating cases from a recent paper in front of judges.
I planned on taking her there myself and him walking over when he could.
(His school is literally right down the street.)
When we got there they got us all checked in and had a room right ready for her.
Michael showed up and said that his professor told him to not worry about the cases and to get over to the hospital.
It was very nice to have him there, so I'm definitely grateful to his professor.
She immediately started receiving a breathing treatment and sadly had to have her nose suctioned as well as a RSV test.
For those of you that don't know they stick this extremely long cotton swab like thing up their nose and apparently it stings them a bit.
I had to help hold her down during this process and it was all I could do to not burst out bawling.
I wished more than anything at that moment that I could take her place.
But we survived and when the test came back an hour later it was negative.
Meaning that she had caught some other random virus going around.
When I told the nurses about everything we had done a few days prior they definitely agreed with me on the high possibility of her catching this from nursery.
I could not stand the thought of leaving my baby girl so I decided to spend the night rather than Michael who had class early that next morning.
I mostly just sat in the rocking chair and held her.
And when it came time to go to bed Olivia refused to go in the crib, she wanted to "seep mom chair" (Sleep mom chair) so the nurses were nice enough to roll us in a twin bed so that we both could sleep in it.
It made me feel so happy to know that she wanted me and only me.
We got little sleep since we were being disturbed often for breathing treatments and checkups.
Luckily, we began seeing improvements throughout the night and I could definitely tell that she was breathing easier.
When morning finally came, (it seemed like an endless night) her pediatrician came in and said that she sounded so much better.
He wanted her to have a few more treatments as well as some oral steroids but that she would be able to go home later on.

Isn't she precious?

Then, daddy came to visit.
And Olivia decided that she wanted to play in her crib.
Meaning bounce around like a wild banshee and fling herself face first on to the mattress.
She especially love playing ring around the rosies with herself.
I'm telling you, between the breathing treatments/medications and her lack of sleep she was a bit loopy to say the least:)
All she wanted to eat was ice cream.
Which was totally fine with me because I personally think it doesn't get better than a nice chocolate shake!

She was so cute in her little gown and all.

Getting dressed to go home!

We were able to go home and all get some much needed sleep.
I am so grateful that she's all right.
Many prayers were answered and I know without a doubt that our little family was definitely being watched over.
When we first got there the nurses and doctors were so worried and thought she'd be there for days.
They were all very surprised at her quick recovery.
But our little girl is a fighter.
We've always known that.

We've had a follow up appointment and she is completely back to normal.
We have an inhaler that we give her whenever she starts coughing/wheezing.
Her doctor would like to keep a close eye on her because there is a possibility she may have asthma.
But other than that we have a perfectly healthy, crazy, cute as can be 2 1/2 year old.
Who we love so dearly.

Oh and she's never going to nursery again:)
Seriously.

"Can you feel the love tonight" (Olivia style).

This is by far the cutest thing I've ever seen.

She's so much like her daddy it's not even funny.

I'm just grateful I get to hear that sweet voice of hers all day every day!

A few pictures from our weekend.

 On Saturday Olivia and I decided to tackle the huge chore of getting our car cleaned.

We seriously hadn't cleaned it since summer. So you can imagine how bad it was.

Luckily it ended up not be too much work for us since we sat inside enjoying a peach smoothie while other people did all the work:)

Although, I will say I wasn't completely impressed with the service and ended up doing a few touchups myself when we got home. 

It seriously looks like a completely different car.

And this time I plan on keeping it that way! 

 Here's our cute girl on the way home from the grocery store getting ready to go pick up a couple sandwiches from the very yummy Jimmy Johns.

She's quite excited about this:)

 And what's a Saturday night without a yummy dessert of cinnamon rolls.

 The past week or so I've been sewing like a crazy person trying to get all of Clara's nightgowns made.

4 down, 1 to go.

Oh and 4 blankets and 12 burpcloths ha.

I've got a ways to go.

Of course there is nothing better than homemade bread.

It is a little bit of work but SO worth it.

Seriously I refuse to buy bread anymore unless of course I'm too lazy to make my own:)

Recipe found here.

And just incase you want to see our happy hyper little girl in action.

Watch this.

Things are so crazy around here right now.

I feel like I have a zillion things to do.

Taxes, bills, cleaning, getting the oil changed in our car as well as installing a new headlight,  LOTS of baby preparations,  3 doctors appointments, making our blog books,  plus all the other usuals. 

We'll just say by the end up the day I am completely wiped.

And did I mention I now have an Iphone?

I'm truly in love with it and have no idea how I lived without it.

Thank you Emerson (Elder Farr) ha!

My 28 week baby bump!

 (27 weeks)

(28 weeks)

I am extremely excited to say that I have made it to the third and final trimester of this pregnancy!

So, we figured out that if baby Clara is born at the exact same week as Olivia was she will be here in just 9 weeks!

Of course it may be a little longer, but the end is definitely in sight.

I feel like there is still so much to be done to prepare for her arrival so the next weeks will be quite busy.

Of course a lot of that time will be spent playing with my cute Olivia.

I really can't wait to have 2 girls.

It will surely be the best!

So, I had my 28 week appointment.

The one where you drink that nasty glucose drink, get vials and vials of blood drawn and then if you are me and have the RH factor you get a nice big shot right in your hip.

It was a pleasurable appointment to say the least:)

So, as we were discussing baby Clara and her small size the doctor decided that since on my last ultrasound she was only measuring in the 20th percentile and now I am still measuring small (via the tape measure) that it would be good to have another ultrasound to see how she is growing.

The doctor said most likely I either just have tiny babies (which was the case with Olivia and most likely the case with Clara) or that there could be something with my placenta that causes the baby to not grow. 

Although I carry my babies a bit differently (I swear it's in my back), I have definitely put on the recommended weight. So there is nothing I can do but just hope she's doing fine in there.

My ultrasound is in a week so we'll see what happens.

I'm mostly just excited to see my cute girl!

I also wanted to write down a few things I've been experiencing just so I'll always remember.

Sadly, I still experience a bit of nausea ESPECIALLY in the car.

Oh my gosh, I am definitely prone to car sickness. 

It's bad.

My back and legs are always aching.

(I now officially use a body pillow to sleep)

I may shortly become a waddling pregnant lady:)

I have that sciatic nerve issue where I get a shooting pain down my leg that literally makes it impossible to move.

I get extremely bad heartburn.

(Thankfully I discovered tums)

But it's all okay because my hair is so luscious and full, it's amazing:) And my bra size has increased two sizes already. Which is a big deal for someone like me who literally normally wears the smallest bra known to mankind!

Oh and in just a few short weeks I will get a perfect baby girl.

It definitely makes this whole 9 months of barfing/nausea, constant aches and pains so very worth it!

The Carousal and Portland Zoo.

We've been having some fun together.

Me and my girl.

I want to be sure to soak up every second I have left with just the two of us.

First, we went to ride the carousal at a local park and then played on their super fun mini playground.

Olivia was very hesitant to ride the carousal and did not want to sit on the horses.

Well I take that back, during the middle of the ride she kept pointing to this gigantic horse and saying "ide" (ride).

I felt so bad because there was no way in heck I would be able to lift her up on that thing.

Seriously who puts that big of a horse on a children's merry go round.

Luckily, she seemed quite content sitting on the little bench right next to me.

As you can tell by her face she is not sure what to think about the whole experience.

It's okay, I'm sure she will grow to love it because we plan on going back many more times:) 

 On Tuesday, my cute and only friend here in Salem invited us to go to the Portland Zoo.

Apparently it is only $4.00 a person (Olivia is still free) on the second Tuesday of every month.

Of course we said yes.

Olivia was beyond thrilled and would not stop talking about all the animals she was going to see.

Sometimes she got a bit confused about the types of animals they have at this zoo.

For instance, she would tell us that she was going to see sharks, octopuses, and dinosaurs.

Ha I just love her!

When we got to the zoo she immediately began asking if we could see "simby" (the lions).

They were kind of far away from the entrance so I wanted to see all the other animals on the way back there. 

She loved the "huge huge snake" (python),  the sheep that were seriously pooping nonstop, the                "moneys" (especially the ones with the blue butts), the hippos who were so nice to show us their teeth, the elephant that looked like it had makeup on, the turtles and "big big bish" (fish), the tiny "ah ah dator" (alligator), the black bears and of course the "simbys."

We had so much fun and definitely plan on going back one of these upcoming special Tuesdays!

Probably in May so that we can bring dad!

Olivia and her little friend Mary!

 Cutest girl ever!

 Eating a yummy lunch.

 Finally getting to see her "simby!"

Taking a little breather.

I'm such a germ freak but after some serious begging on Olivia's part I finally let her sit on this very small elephant.

She loved it!

Me and my girl watching the hippos play.

I'm so grateful for super fun times with my cute girl!

Matt & Stephanie.

In case you haven't noticed, I have a fabulous new button on the right side of this page!

Please please click on it and read about my beautiful friend Stephanie and her husband who have been trying for 4 years to start their family.

I know you will be so touched by their story and want to help them in any way you can.

I know without a doubt that they will be the most amazing parents ever!

They are doing a race in Southbend, Indiana on April 27th and even if you are unable to participate in that, there is a place where you can donate money.

Every little bit helps.

Thanks everyone!

Playground fun.

This cutie absolutely LOVES the playground.

She wants to go every day.

Which we try to unless it is rainy. (Which it tends to be quite often around these parts:))

She is getting so grown up and can pretty much climb and slide down everything all by herself!

I can't believe my little baby is old enough to run around the playground.

So strong!

Little kissing breaks:)

Laughing like Lumpy (from the Heffalump movie) all the way home:)

Don't you just die over her?!

We sure do!

A few randoms.

Olivia is always trying to pull my rings off to wear and play with.

I'm always a bit hesitant to do this, after all she is only 2 and can be a bit wild.

Luckily, I remembered that I had a tupperware with some play jewelry in her dress up box.

The second I pulled it out, she freaked!

She insisted on trying everything on and even let me put little sticker earrings on her.

She's definitely the cutest thing ever!

Here's my sweet girl before her bath.

I love her little hair swoop and the fact that she is smiling and crying all at the same time!

She definitely was ready to go to bed.

One of my favorite parts of the day is reading to and rocking this precious girl.

We read two books, talk about what we did that day and what the plans are for the next, and then say a prayer and give like 10 kisses.

It is important that we do every single one of these in order or she will not go to sleep:)

After watching some Gossip Girl and seeing these little cuties all over the place I decided to try one.

They were pretty good but I don't think it was worth the buck twenty five that I paid for it:)

This little one is a huge fan of ice cream treats, walks, and feeding ducks.

So lucky for her she got all of them in one day!

We decided to go with dad to his school and wait outside while he had a meeting.

The weather was perfect so we were able to just sit on the steps and watch the little ducks swim around.

When dad was done, he brought us a yummy cookie ice cream treat!

As you can tell, Olivia loved it.

And was even nice enough to share a small piece with the ducks:)

Too funny for words.

I'm sure you all have heard the song "I knew you were trouble" by Taylor Swift.

And I'm sure many of you have also see the youtube version with the goat.

If not please watch below.

And then watch my hilarious baby sing it.

I seriously can not handle how much I love this girl.

Riding Riverbellsissy.

 As you probably already know, Olivia is obsessed with horses.

To say the least.

Well mostly just her aunti phop's horse and his friends.

She talks about that trio literally all day long.

Every morning when we ask her what she dreamed about that night,  she replies, "Riverbellsissies."

She is always asking to "I Riverbell sissies." (Ride River, Tinkerbell, and Sissy)

So every time we visit Utah, seeing these horses is a top priority.

We put on her little skinny jeans, boots, and gloves and shes ready to ride for hours.

Soph is so nice to ride with her endlessly around the arena.

I swear Olivia would never get off if it was up to her!

While on the horse she is so relaxed that her little head just bobs back and forth.

Ha, it's hilarious. (I tried to get it on video. See below.)

Part of me wishes so badly we could move back to Utah just so I could take Olivia to riding lessons every week with her aunti!

She'd be in heaven that's forsure:)

We had an amazing 9 days in Utah.

A lot of those days were hard.

But it's days like those where I try to really focus on how blessed our family really is.

Emerson's farewell part 2.

The day before Emerson left, we spent a good chunk of the morning getting all of his bags packed.
We made sure we had everything on the list and spent quite some time writing his name on his things.
It's quite the process getting a missionary all set to go!

Later that night, we headed to the stake center for him to get set apart.

The spirit was so strong.

One of the things our Stake President said that really touched me was that he believes that there are angels (family members/friends) from the other side that are completely invested in being there for us and guiding our every step. And that Emerson would never ever be alone.

I loved this because I felt like I could definitely apply this to my own life because there have been times  where I have definitely felt angels lifting me up and giving me the strength to move forward.

It's very comforting to know that we are never alone. 

After he was ordained, we went to Cafe Rio for dinner and then enjoyed a nice chocolate malt shake while watching The Best Two Years.

Poor Elder Farr...he didn't make it through the movie.

Wednesday February 24th came much to quickly.

We woke up and had a yummy breakfast of buttermilk pancakes, buttermilk syrup, and berry sauce. (Thanks Mickelsons for the recipe!)

We spent some time talking together and then headed to Provo.

Here's my cute brother walking out of our house for the last time for two years.

As you can tell he is a bit emotional.

I want to share a little part of an email we got from Winston just two days before Emerson left.

I know it was a huge comfort to him and definitely a huge comfort to me and the rest of my family.

"When we got to the MTC and we were saying our good byes, I wasn't crying. It was super hard and I remember the other Elder helping me with my bags. He was trying to talk to me and that was the last thing I wanted to do right then. Right when I walked in the doors it hit me, the most overwhelming feeling of loneliness and I already felt so far away from the family. I just broke down crying, I could not hold it in. I still cry when I remember the feelings I felt at that time. I said a quick prayer to myself pleading with Heavenly Father to give me strength and comfort. Almost immediately after, I stopped crying. I felt an overwhelming feeling of love and peace. I knew I was going to be okay and that I was an ordained representative of the Lord Jesus Christ. That was the last time I felt like that through out my whole mission. I promise you man that the Lord will take care of you. You don't need to be scared or worried."

Saying goodbye to his good ol suburban.

(Who most likely won't be here when he gets home.)

Us at the Provo temple.

Olivia loves her uncle "ah ah shas" so much.

And definitely will miss him.

She walks around saying, " ba bye ya ah ah shas, see twooo ears (years)." 

Don't you think they kind of look alike?

I've had a lot of people tell me that they think that she looks just like him!

And I'm not going to lie I definitely see a resemblance.

As we pulled in to the MTC and saw literally hundreds of missionaries lined up to greet all the new missionaries that day, I felt the most overwhelming feeling of gratitude for each and every missionary and their sacrifice. And for their families and their support. I felt so honored to be a member of this church and to have two of my own brothers worthily dedicating two years of their lives to sharing the gospel. 

I'm one blessed girl.

And as hard as it was to hug Emerson and watch him walk off knowing that for two years I wouldn't see him. I felt comforted in knowing that he was going where he needed to go and doing exactly what Heavenly Father wanted him to be doing.

I also want to share a little tender mercy we experienced at the MTC.
As we pulled in to the MTC,  all of the sudden Emerson frantically rolls down his window and screams out "Caleb" (A boy in our home ward that Emerson has pretty much grown up with.) Caleb yelled back,  "drive to #14 and I'll take you in!" Well right after he said this, another man said, " no no you have to go where they tell you to and pull all the way forward." So we kept driving and next thing you know we find ourselves being directed right to #14 . Out of seriously 100 numbers we end up right at 14. So we pull in and Caleb comes running down. Emerson gives all of us hugs and of course is crying. But as we watched him walk off we couldn't help but notice him laughing and smiling. We know with out a doubt that that was no coincidence and that Emerson was definitely being watched over. I think having someone he knew so well be there to help him say goodbye and begin a new chapter of his life was very comforting and made things a lot easier.

I'm sure that was just one of the many little miracles Emerson will experience these next two years.

We are going to miss this boy so much but could not be more proud of his decision to serve in Boston, Massachusetts for the next two years. 

They're definitely getting one special boy.

I love you Elder Farr and look forward to sharing these next two years with you!

Emerson's Farewell part 1.

It is true, I now officially have two missionary brothers!

I feel so proud and so blessed.

Isn't he a good looking boy?

I definitely think so:)

Love this picture.

My parents were nice enough to fly Olivia and I out to Utah for 9 days to spend time with Emerson and be there for his farewell and such.

Sadly, Michael was tied up with school, so he stayed home. However, he was greatly missed.

When I found out we would be going to Utah I definitely had some mixed emotions.

I was beyond excited to see everyone, but at the same time very emotional about having to say goodbye to Emerson for two whole years.

I had been through it once with Winston and not to be negative or anything but it was awful and there are still days even 1 1/2 years later that I cry because I miss him so much.

(I come from an emotional family that definitely does not do well with change.)

 Here is us enjoying our "last" lunch for two years.

Michael and Ryan surprised Sophia and I with manicures for Valentines Day.

I was thrilled, mostly because I had never had one before.

However, I feel as though Michael may have made a mistake because I just might be addicted:)

(P.s those are my real nails, I know impressive:))

 "ah ah shas" and Olivia.

She loves cuddling with her uncle.

Meet the newest member of the Farr family.

Boston.

She's a little teacup Yorkie.

And even though I seriously hate dogs, I found her to be quite the cutie!

She's literally the size of a beanie baby ha.

The day before Emerson's farewell was spent baking 120 cupcakes.

60 red velvet and 60 chocolate. We also made 3 pans of Hello Dollies and an immense amount of chicken salad.

His farewell was at 9:00 am so we had everything ready to go the night before.

Emerson gave a great little talk.

Olivia was a doll the entire meeting mostly because she loved sitting on her uncle "fee fee's" lap and reading a book about dinosaurs.

We were so happy he came!

We had quite a few people over at the house.

It was mostly family and very close friends.

Our neighbors made us some homemade "nanner" puddin.

We were so excited about this because recently we got a phone call from a member in Atlanta who had Winston over for dinner and had served him this very same stuff.

Apparently it is a very famous southern dessert.

And after trying it, I can see why.

It was amazing!

Winston better be able to whip us up some of that goodness when he gets home:)

Olivia was obsessed was these teeth.

She seriously thought she was the funniest thing ever.

Which she kind of was:)

I just love my silly girl.

And her cute pigtails.

 Love this boy.

We had such an incredible day.

I know Emerson was so grateful for everyone who came down to support him.

More puppy time.

Olivia could not get enough of little Boston.

She was seriously the perfect size for her.

Boston was generally pretty good with her but a few times would go crazy and bite her.

Luckily, she doesn't bite hard and Olivia was very quick to say, "no no bite yiya (Olivia)." 

Olivia was so gentle and both her and Boston loved chasing each other around.

Olivia would absolutely love a puppy of her own.

But sadly that won't be happening.

So thankfully she can be little pals with Boston.

 Big luvs.

Sad, I think Boston is a little freaked out.

Every nap/bedtime "mama" would read 2 books to Olivia.

The "ruffy" book (Carl's Afternoon at the Park) and Baby Days.

Olivia loves these books and insists that only "mama" put her to bed.

Some nights she even fell asleep in her arms, which she never does for me.

Sad, I kind of feel rejected.

Just kidding, I love how much she loves my mom.

Every morning my mom would wake up bright and early with the little munchkin and feed her breakfast, change her diaper and any other diaper throughout the day, carry her around while she swept and vacuumed, take her outside to get a snowball to eat every 5 minutes and so much more.

I'm so grateful to my mom for being so good to my baby and giving me those needed breaks.

(I have not been sleeping well lately so to be able to sleep in was amazing.)
Since being home, every time we talk about 'mama" she lets out the saddest cry.  And when we ask her if she misses mama she just nods her little head.
So precious.

To be continued....