My baby is one week old today. In some ways, it feels like she is already so much older and that we've had her for much longer. Last Monday, I went into early labor and continued to labor until Tuesday morning when I was having the most painful back contractions of my life. 36 hours after my initial contractions and after three extremely painful hours of pushing, I had an emergency C-section due to Ellie's position in the birth canal and finally met our baby girl. Recovery has been rough and how things went down definitely wasn't how I envisioned my birth experience, but none of it really matters now that we have a beautiful healthy baby girl in our arms. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I've been enjoying getting to know Ellie this week and learning her different cries and cues. I love the way her tiny lips pucker (oh, by the way, she did end up with Israel's Cupid bow lips) and her eye brows raise in the most adorable way after I nurse her. I absolutely love her scent and cannot stop kissing her all day long. I love her tiny nose and how it's always cold, even if the rest of her body is completely warm. I love the way she nuzzles into my neck. I love that she has a combination of both Israel and I's features and that she is ours. I love watching Israel be so tender and protective with her, and watching the two of them together. I love hearing Israel sing Cuban lullabies to her and that he calls us his girls. I love our little family.
I still can't believe I'm a mother, but hands down, it is the best job in the world. I absolutely love being Ellie's mother-- I can't think of a more rewarding experience. Happy One Week, Baby Girl! Just please don't grow up too fast now. ;)