Saturday, May 24, 2008

First Doctor Visit

I got to go to my first doctor visit. He said I am doing great and Mom is doing an "exceptional" job at helping me grow.
They made me strip down for this wierd event. I was not happy.
Yep, I am still a big girl. Upper percentile in weight, and off the chart on height.
The doc gives a listen adn I sound great. No sounds of a murmur, and I didn't even cry while he stuck that cold round thing on me.

Photos

Various Photos








Arriving Home

Dad is getting me out of my first car ride!!

This house is so bright. We should put up some shades.
I met my two older sisters. They don't really seem to pay much attention to me. They are also hard to see in pictures because they have such dark fur. Abbi is sniffing my head and Taylor is sniffing my feet.
We all decided to take a nap in Mom and Dad's room. It is so relaxing to be at home instead of that hospital.



SHE GETS TO GO HOME

After telling Mom and Dad we would have to stay another day in the hospital, the doctors found a mistake in my tests (for the better) that would allow me to go home.
This is my reaction to the news.

Before they let me go they gave me a bath. Brrrrrrrr!!!

Then like some sort of criminal they take my prints and mug shot.


The very last picture of Mom, Dad, and me before we get to go home.

The outfit I am wearing is the same outfit my father went home in. Trust me, polyester is not nearly as soft as cotton

Time in the Hospital =(

After a couple hours with Mom and Dad the doctors decided I needed to spend some time in the NICU. It was not very fun, especially for Mom who had to travel 4 floors to be with me. But
Mom was amzing and spent lots of time feeding and holding me.

Here I am with all my sensors and tubes going into me.

Luckily I had lots of visitors like my Great Grandparents!!!!


Mom let Dad change my diapers. He got some practice while I had to stay in the NICU.


A Little Girl!!!!

Please Welcome
Aurora Hope Nelsen
My first minutes into the world were not so fun. It was bright and people kept poking me.


They measure me to see how long (a little over 22 inches). Check the tape.
The scale was in the dark for Dad's picture, but it read 9 lbs even.

The first time dad gets to hold me. About 1 hour after I was out.