On sunday, we went to the church and blessed Emma and then came back to our house for dinner. We had BBQ beef sandwiches and the house was full. Ryan's parents and grandparents and sister Tami saw the weather report that it was supposed to snow again and decided it was best that they head for home before the weather got worse, so less than 24 hours after arriving here, they headed for home. We felt bad that they traveled all that way for such a short time, but were so glad that they were here for Emma's special day.
I love this picture of Ryan and Emma! He wore his pink tie just for the occasion, and Emma is looking at him like she knows exactly who he is and Ryan is looking at her like he knows just how special she is. I love it!
By Sunday night everyone had left except Jamie and her girls. Brian flew in that night, and unfortunately for him had to hear Mara cry all night long. She had molars coming in and it was making her ear hurt. I tried everything that I knew. I put garlic in her ear in case it was an ear infection, I tried zoning her, I tried lavender oil to calm her down, I tried peppermint oil on her back to get her fever down. I even tried tylenol. Yes, I figured that would do the trick. It was the first time she has ever had tylenol, but nothing worked. She still cried all night long. I felt bad for her, but I felt even worse for Brian in the next room being kept awake.
I had a neonatal recussitation class the next morning, so I didn't even get to spend the day with Brian and Jamie, but Ryan had the day off, and he got to take care of sick Mara, and try to be entertaining for our company. By monday night everyone had gone home, and Ryan and I sat on the couch and looked at each other and wondered why we had moved so far away from our family that we love so muc. It was kinda depressing. Having everyone there made us realize just how much we miss them, and how much we like having them around. I was thinking that I had a little bit of postpartum depression(something I've never had before), but when everyone went home, I realized that it most likely wasn't postpartum depression, but rather just a homesickness of sorts. I missed having everyone around when I had a baby to help, and to just know that they were there.
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