big sister

This past Sunday we took Emilia to CMC for the “sibling tour.”  Basically it’s an opportunity for the sibs to see where Mama is going to be and where the babes are going to be – supposedly to make it all less scary and intimidating.  Emilia was fine.  I, on the other hand, nearly cried the entire time we were there.  It was such an emotional trip back and I constantly was thinking about the last time we were at the hospital, 3 years ago, when our Puchis was born.  In perfect banker form, Marcus was silent, but I could tell… he was thinking the same things I was.

 

checking out the nursery with Papa.  you can’t tell but she’s wearing her ‘big sister’ t-shirt and her new halloween bows from tia marga.

there was only one other little girl taking the tour with us – apparently the saturday class was packed, but this worked out better for us.  i think emilia would have been overwhelmed with a big crowd.

the baby dolls getting weighed/measured/temp checked.  good to know that baby Jesus weighs 14 oz.

demonstrating the proper way to hold a baby.

 

learning how to swaddle/put on a diaper (she’s a pro at the diaper part).

My mom and I are just back from my 35 week appt. and everything looks great.  We had an ultrasound (I’m not going to bother scanning the pics because they’re so smushed in there that you can hardly distinguish anything), but both hermanitos are weighing at about 6 pounds each! HOLY CATS! No wonder I can’t breathe!!!  They both have a tiny bit of fluid on their kidneys still (nothing to worry about), but both have great levels of amniotic fluid surrounding them.  A is still head down while B’s head is lodged under my left ribs (OUCH!)  The longest they’ll let me go at this point is another 3 weeks (until 38 weeks gestation), then they’d put me out of my misery, but until then I’ll keep going for weekly appointments for fetal monitoring.

Also, details on the “wordless Wednesday” post.  I wish I could take credit for the ‘monitos’ or outfits pictured, but I can’t.  Those are completely A’s doing.  In Ecuador babies always ALWAYS come home in green.  It’s a very auspicious color – meaning hope and good luck and all that kind of stuff.  We didn’t want them to be too matchy-matchy, so they’re in coordinating outfits.  (Note: Emilia also had a green dress but she was such a midge that it didn’t fit her.  Poor baby ended up coming home in a hospital t-shirt, diaper, socks and green cap.  Pitiful.