My husband's birthday falls not too long after Isla's, so it was really a special day for him when I decided to put real pants on for the first time and take him out. I didn't make a reservation and could barely keep my eyes open so I was a really fun date. We went to a favorite restaurant, Del Posto. It was super fancy and like I said no ressie so we coudn't even get a seat at the bar. We just sat there, drank wine for about 2 hours and then we were so hungry we came home and ordered a pizza. It was the best of all worlds. I got to put pants on but didn't have to keep them on long enough for them to dig into my rolls, we got to do something fancy and feel a little normal but not be stuck at a 5 hour dinner, and we got to eat pizza on the couch too. Mission accomplished.
Neonatal Graduation
because of my own neuromuscular condition, Myasthenia Gravis, Isla was monitored in the NICU. After 5 days of tears (mine. hormonal.), hospital gowns, and a very long staycation in a hotel nearby... she graduated with flying colors and a teeny white hat with bear ears.
Isla is Here
the big day:
10 days early and in the middle of the night, Isla's birth was a surpise from the start.
ISLA IS HERE
11.27.16
babygirl. 6lbs 8oz.
no sleep till brooklyn.
The Day Before the Big Day
I Had never felt back pain like this in my entire life. I was waddling around and basically holding onto anything to keep me balanced while I walked. I somehow hauled my butt downtown to go visit my dear friend who just had her precious baby girl, Gioia 1 week earlier. I had high hopes that if I breathed in that sweet fresh newborn air that it would put me into labor and out of my misery. My wish came true.