I'm a Catholic

Yesterday was a very special day for me. Mommy and Daddy took me to St. Gabriel's Church to be baptized. First, they spent all day cleaning, cooking, and planning. Then they got all dressed up and Grandma and Grandpa Rinard came over and when went to church. Mommy put this long white dress on me and everyone told me how pretty I looked. Then I fell asleep for a good two hours. What happened while I was asleep was that Fr. Joe Sharbel put oil and water on me and I became Catholic, bam, just like that. I did a great job. I didn't even cry. Then my Godmother, Aunt Kim, but a stole around my neck and my Godfather, Pete, lit a candle for me. It was a pretty special day.

After mass we took some pictures and headed up to home. Mommy and Daddy prepared this wonerful party for everyone and it was great. Plus Grandma Cathy made meat and tomatoes and Grandma Rinard made some great potato salad. And everyone kept talking about Daddy's mac and cheese but I couldn't eat any of it. I had to stick with milk. It's the bummer life of a newborn. Life's hard.

Love, Sophie

Cleanliness is Godliness (see next post as well)

Well, my mom says she doesn't want a stinky kid. So I really feel bad about all the poopy diapers but, hey, a girls gotta go when a girls gotta go. In order to make sure I'm NOT a stinky kid my mom said one day...it's BATH time. This sounded like so much fun. Let me tell you. It wasn't. I still had my dis-gus-ting umbilical cord stump in so it was a "sponge" bath. But really, it was a freezing cold horror story.

We did this every couple of days and I looked like this every time. You would think she would get the idea that I DON'T LIKE IT, but she didn't. She said this was hygienic and it was good for me. I don't believe her.

So about a week after that my umbilical cord fell out. Mom said it was time for a real bath. I was a little worried. But the day before my baptism (see next post) she went ahead as planned. This time she filled my little tub with wonderful warm water. My little bum and backside could feel it and it felt niiiiiicccce. Much nicer than the freezing cold torture of the days before. You can tell three things from the pictures I've posted. First and most importantly, I enjoyed my bath immensely. Secondly, haven't I gotten big??? And thirdly, I'm not yellow anymore. That horrid bilibed did the trick.

Love, Soph

I'm Worth What??!!

Mommy and Daddy got the bill for me in the mail today. Turns out Mommy lied. I'm not priceless. I'm worth around $15,000. Whoa. That's crazy. Thank goodness for insurance.

I went to see the doctor today. Dr. Baysa is really nice, except she kept pushing on me and stuff. But she didn't give me any shots so I like her. I weigh 8lbs 8oz now, that's 4oz up from my birth weight. Doc said I'm doing a good job growing. Now my height is a little crazy. I measured at 22 and 1/2 inch. Mommy thinks it was 21 and 1/2 because she saw the nurse measure me. Maybe something was lost in translation--but if it wasn't, that means I grew and inch and a half...WOW! I'm guessing that comes from my Daddy. Just a hunch.

I'm not doing too well sleeping through the night. I had a couple of good nights but then I decided not to sleep unless someone was holding me. Who can blame me--it's so cozy in the arms of my mom and dad. But Dr. Baysa said I might be more comfortable slightly on my side. So we tried that at naptime I slept in my bed like a champ.

I also have some tummy problems. Since Mom only feeds me her milk about two or three times a day, my formula has been messing with my system. The Dr. gave me some really cool formula to try that helps gassy and fussy babies...which I am (at night).

I'll post some pictures soon. I've really been getting around. I've finally met all of my Adams family side but I wish I could meet my Colorado Rinard family. I hear they are awesome!!

Later,
Love,
Soph

I'm From Outer Space!

Life at home has been pretty wild. Mommy and Daddy and I were up partying all night. Let me tell you, those folks are ANIMALS. They kept me up all night. Mommy kept feeding me over and over again but I'll tell you about that a little later. Then she finally handed me over to Daddy. Weirdly enough I was hungry and went for him--but he told me he didn't have any food. So Mommy broke down and went to the kitchen and came back with some food. FORMULA was what she called it. After that I slept soundly...I just couldn't keep up with those crazies any longer.

So today Mommy and Daddy took me to North Kansas City Hospital. I thought, "Hey! I remember this place!" They got my bilirubin tested and then they came home and we all took a long nap. Then we went to see Dr. Mathew at the pediatrician's office. She told us I had Jaundice and I had to go BACK to get my OTHER foot stabbed by the KU fanatic at North Kansas City Hospital. I thought, "Ok, folks. This is ridiculous. I know it was my first home, but really. One visit a day is enough."

What they learned was that I had to get my bilirubin down and that I had to lay on this weirdo bed from outspace. It's pretty warm and cozy, but it really boring. The worst part is that Mommy and Daddy can only hold me to feed and change me. Mommy cried a whole lot when she heard that.

So here's the deal. Mommy's having a hard time feeding me and so I won't poop. So now I get Mommy's milk and the FORMULA from Daddy and they are hoping that I'll poop and pee a little bit more.

Love,

Sophie

Hello World!

Whoa, friends. What a ride I just had. Let me tell you, it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I thought I'd prance right into this world and into my mother's arms. No-sir-ee. It took a while. Just ask all my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins that were in the waiting room for hours. But eventually I came out!

And I sure am glad I did. It was pretty scary leaving my warm home and coming into this one, but when I was put in my mother's arms it was worth it. Then the nurses took me away and cleaned me up. No sooner had I been given back to my mother than in came the rush!

First I got to meet my grandparents. They are so wonderful! And those grandmas kept saying wonderful things about me. Like "She's absolutely beautiful!" and "How precious!" I can tell how much they love me.

Next were the aunts, uncles, counsins, and Pete. They loved on me just the same. It was wonderful. I kept my pretty eyes open the whole time so I could see my new family.

Now, I'm going to wait for Dr. Baysa, my pediatrician, to come check me out and then we can go home. I can't wait to see it. Daddy tells me it's wonderful and Mommy showed me pictures of the nursery.

Love,

Sophie

P.S. I'll share pictures of the rest of my friends and family visiting a little later.

Still Swimming

Well, I guess I was wrong about that being my last post before I joined you all in the world. Because here I am, still enjoying the warmth and comfort of Mommy's belly. Mommy went to the doctor this past Thursday. She was really feeling optomistic because I was due to come that day (Uncle Todd's birthday!). But he gave her the bad news that she wasn't dilated or anything. My little baby self is enjoying it was too much in here. So he scheduled her for an appointment and an induction the following Thursday. At least we know I'll be here by Friday, August 7th. That's the day Aunt Michelle guessed I'd be born. What a good guess!

But Mommy keeps hoping and praying that I come sooner. She really wants to meet me and I want to meet her. I hear her voice talking and reading and yelling at Daisy and I wonder what's in that world out there. Sometimes I do things that make her think I'm coming. Like last night, for instance. I made her belly contract and hurt all night so she thought that maybe today would be the day. But then I decided I wanted to swim some more so I stopped. Sorry about that, Mom.

Well, if not before, I'll see all of you in just four short days.

Love,
Sophie