One Week

Man... it was one week ago today that our precious Jentri joined our family! A week can fly. She is the most wonderful little baby with such a sweet disposition. The only time she really gets upset is when you try to wake her for feedings or she is ready to be fed, and.... well really those are the only times I can remember her really crying. Except for yesterday when I put her in her car seat and failed to notice the binky under her butt. She was mad... but quickly quieted down and went to sleep. Poor baby! We both had our week check ups yesterday. Jentri's pediatrician, who also happens to be Landry's had no idea we were pregnant. So imagine her surprise when we walked in with a new baby. Dr. Sickler had nothing but glowing comments to report. Which was a relief, since we did leave the hospital with her being a bit jaundice. She gave a thumbs up on her progress and sent us on our way. Unfortunately I'll be back in a month for her 1 month check up which entails shots. And let me tell you... I don't handle those very well. That is why I usually make Brett go. So, I'll put my big girl panties on and suck it up for the team. I'm not looking forward to the experience at all! We proceeded to my doctor appointment where my staples were removed and I had a once look over. Doc Joseph was impressed with my recovery, but didn't want to get ahead of himself. It took so long to get Jentri out because I had so much scarring from Landry. He seems to think I might have a good chance of this being a better recovery, but time will only tell. I feel really good, with the exception of just being TIRED! I'm sure that won't go away anytime soon. I need to try to get into a routine so when school starts, I'm ready and so are the kids.

We are busy trying to get somethings done here, and when I say we I mean Brett and my parents. I pretty much sit and watch, and give input. I'm sure there will be some things missing upon our arrival to Atlanta, but I haven't had to work. I'm simply grateful. The fact that we are moving has started to sink in. I have known for months since Brett has been driving back and forth, but it didn't affect me because I was still here working. Now I'm the one leaving... and the emotion of leaving truly wonderful people behind makes me sad. I know, my hormones have kicked in, but that just makes the emotions that much more intense. Frisco has been our home for the past 5 years, which if you know us is a long time. Prior to our move here we moved every 2 years. The bonds run a little deeper here. Friends like these will be hard to find. And on top of all this chaos we still haven't sold the house. I'm leaning on faith right now. Because, if I didn't I might send myself over the edge. Please pray for the house, and for God's will, and if it isn't his will to sell then make sure He lays it on my heart what we need to do!