Day 20

Hey, it's not 10:50 pm so I'm feeling great about this daily blogging business! 

Sophie was born in the wee hours of a Saturday morning.  On Monday morning, there was a knock on my door and it was a photographer, wanting to take photos of (unshowered) me and my baby.  I had no idea the hospital provided this opportunity so I was caught off-guard and declined to be in any photos (duh) but said yes for Sophie, who sadly was wearing a not-very-cute outfit as the others had gone home to be washed.  I did buy the photos of course but I vowed to be more prepared if we had the chance with #2.

Thomas was born on a Thursday night.  I wondered if the photographer would be by on Friday but nope.  On Monday morning, the midwife asked me if I wanted to be discharged a day early as there was no real reason for us to stay.  I said sure, I was ready to take my puffy feet home!

My toes were so puffy that they didn't even touch the floor when standing

The midwife took Thomas for a blood draw and while I finished packing our bags, the photographer showed up.  OF COURSE.  I asked her to come back in 15 minutes.  She returned and was getting started when Pascal walked in having just picked up Sophie from school.  I want to note that Pascal let Sophie pick out her own clothes that day (you can't see the light pink tutu over BROWN leggings) and she had just had a snack in the car :)  This is what we ended up with, and I'm glad I saved a cute outfit for Photo Day!

I conceded to let my hand be in the photo

I wonder what he was thinking about

Sophie is doing the sign for "smile"

Resting on Pascal's hand