Back to the Infertility Clinic

Paisley went to the pediatrician today and weighed 7 pounds, 15 ounces! She's gained 11 ounces in a week and is back to her birthweight and then some. So the pediatrician said I could let her sleep through the night without waking her to eat, which is great news since I already have been... although last night, she still woke up every 3-4 hours to eat. As much as she's eating, I would have been so disappointed if she hadn't gained!

Exciting news in the breastfeeding world... I pumped for the 1st time yesterday and I got 3 ounces! I know it's not record-setting by any means, but I was excited that I could pump anything considering she's eating so frequently. And I pumped again today and got 3 ounces, so hopefully this will increase so I can build up a supply.

She got her 1st "real" bath on Tuesday after her cord fell off, which went really well. She slept through most of it and only cried a little when we took her out. Her dad and I had absolutely no idea what we were doing, so we totally winged it. We put her in the tub before realizing we didn't really have anything to wash her with... there's a steep learning curve to all of this!

This is a picture of Aaron contemplating the situation. We are still trying to figure out what supplies we need and where to start at this point. We worked so hard to get her here that we never bothered to find out what we'd need to do once she arrived. :)

Today was a really special day for us because we went to see our infertility doctor this morning. It was a major reminder of all that we'd been through to get her here and I left feeling even more appreciative for the place we are now. As we parked in that lot, I was reminded of how many times I'd parked my car there before praying that I had the strength to get out and face whatever news we'd get that day. And we walked in the same doors that I had left through in tears after my miscarriage or another failed treatment. And we entered the same waiting room where my heart nearly beat out of my chest waiting for appointments.

In fact, the last time we were in this building was when we had my 6 week ultrasound showing Paisley's heartbeat. My legs felt like lead that day as we entered the building for our appointment. My heart was on the verge of breaking, considering I had just had a miscarriage and felt certain that we'd get more bad news. But it turned out to be the day that everything changed for the best.

I waited outside these doors for the clinic to open many times for my 7:30 appointments. Never in my mind did I imagine that I'd be standing here holding my sweet baby.

This is the incredible doctor who helped us to have our perfect baby girl. He treated us with such compassion and kindness throughout the whole process. He held my hand as I drifted off to sleep before my ovarian drilling. He visited me several times a day and called me more than that during my hospitalization following the surgery. He hugged me and comforted me the day we had the heart-breaking ultrasound from our 1st pregnancy.

And today, we got to celebrate with him...