When it rains, it literally does pour..

The past week, a week and a half after my lovely, traumatic, c-section, (which by the way I will post Lillian's birth story some day when I'm not feeling like a zombie) I got a terrible stomach bug. Dry heaving with a fresh wound under your abdomen...not fun. I got extremely dehydrated, went to the ER, blah blah blah. I've pretty much been zonked out for the past couple of days due to over-exhaustion. I also got a bad touch of the baby blues as well, which are not fun.. (This is where it's raining in my story.)

So, now when mommy is feeling better, my little bird decides to get a case of acid reflux, colic and has a little bit of a stuffy nose and cough. She's irritable, not sleeping much, and just plain miserable. It's breaking my heart to see my sweet, tiny, helpless little infant crying and not knowing how to fix it. (It is also frustrating, I won't lie about that.) We're on special formula, gas drops, baby zantac (for acid reflux) and now I'm sending Brandon out to get some gripe water. We've been swaddling, swinging, bouncing, walking, rocking, sucking out boogies and all and everything in-between. (This is the part in the story where it's pouring.)

I feel so bad for my little bird, and i hope that the doctors trip tomorrow will provide us with answers and help.
But, as I am exhausted and beaten down, I'll leave you with a few pictures of my sweet chunk (who by the way is a big, healthy 9lbs even.)





Xoxo,

Oh my.

A naked and full baby asleep on your chest is the greatest feeling in the world.
Xo.

Hello World!

(this was your last picture taken inside mommy! 38 weeks!)


Lillian Rose Sugg was finally born March 9th, 2011 at exactly 11:30 a.m.
A good and healthy 8 lbs, 13oz and 22 inches long.

She's officially a week today and my oh my has it been a beautiful week.
It was a rough delivery, but I finally got to meet my birdie after 2 or 3 hours after my surgery.
Mama was a little loopy, but my first glance at your face brought tears to my eyes and they just kept rolling down my face.
You were so beautiful, and daddy put your face against mine, and you tried to nurse on my cheek. You are seriously the most beautiful thing i've ever laid my eyes on.

We've had a rough start, but breastfeeding is getting easier, and you're gaining back some ounces thank goodness. It seems like you're on me constantly, and if you're not, you're sucking on my nose or your little bitty hands. You're just like you're daddy in that way with food.

You've got daddy wrapped around your tiny fingers already. He'll just look into your eyes and tears will form in his eyes. It's truly precious, and he loves you so much and is learning how to bounce and pat you at the same time and it's the cutest thing; daddy trying to multi-task.


You are truly the cutest thing, and my kitty pictures have been replaced with pictures of your chubby cheeks. You're brothers won't come near me when i've got you in my arms, and it makes me sad because i'd love to cuddle you both but I suppose that will take time...
You make the cutest faces and even smile in your sleep. I keep dressing you in all your newborn outfits for fear that you won't fit them here in a couple of days due to your chunky-ness and appetite. So here are a couple of pictures to sum up your first week home birdie:







We love you so much and I can't wait to watch you grow and grow.
Onward with more love!

Xoxo,
MamaBird.

Happy three years to my love!

Today is mine and Brandon's three year anniversary! It's crazy how far we've come in just three little years. We moved to Austin, he finished school, (well, almost, he officially graduates in July) got married, and are about to have a baby bird!
I know once you get married you start counting those years as anniversary years, but I like our official 'dating' anniversary too. I still remember it. It was late at night, and we were in my car and I was about to drive on home. It was past midnight, around 12:40 a.m. or something, and he looked at the clock and asked me if I'd be his girlfriend. I of course said yes, and there hasn't been any going back since.
So happy three years babe, I love you and I'm proud of you and of us.
And to our little birdy, we really wanted you to come today, but turns out you are still super snug inside mommy. There is still a chance, but it's doubtful considering it's almost 6:00p.m., and I haven't had any regular contractions or anything. Silly little girl, everyone has placed bets on what day they think you'll come, and today was mine and daddy's day, and now we won't win $50. Haha, anyway, we still love you so much and can't wait to see you. Hurry up birdy!

Also! Mickey came over last night since he's in town for a short time and he brought some gifts for our sweet little Lillian, and they are the prettiest, neatest, greatest gifts ever! Johanna really outdid herself making it all, even the card! She's going to love it!




I can't wait for my little chicken to get here!
(I also don't know why I keep calling her a type of animal with wings.)

I would post photos of the day but honestly I'm tired and cranky this evening and ready for my boo to get home.
Blah blah, I think I want to take up knitting again. We all know how I will fail at this for like, the millionth time, but oh well.
I get bored, I try, I get frustrated and impatient and stop. It's a never-ending cycle really. ^.^
Xoxo,

So grateful for beautiful things in life,

(37 weeks as of Sunday!)
I'm really just so grateful we made it this far. I'm officially full term with a healthy daughter inside me. It really makes me thank God for the miracle he provided when I was only 11 weeks pregnant and almost miscarried my sweet angel, but she held on. We've had a rough and long road for seven months on bedrest. Brandon had to finish school in Austin and I had to live with my parents here since I couldn't travel back. We spent almost 5 months apart, sacrificed our wedding and each other for this little baby, and I'm so happy she's inside me, big, strong and healthy. It was all worth it, and it was all for you Lillian Rose. Mommy and Daddy love you more than you can ever imagine. So, so, so much. We can't wait to meet you little bird.

I'm also so thankful that my uncles orders to Afganistan (he was due to leave April 5th or something) got cancled! He's really upset about it, but my family couldn't be happier. It's all a sign, God gives and takes certain things and we'll never know why he chooses the things he takes and gives us, it's not up to us, and it doesn't matter at this point. Everything has fallen into place perfectly. (Now if we could only get past the birth and have a safe, less-painful scary birth things will be almost perfect..)

My friends are telling me to walk around and to get things going more , but honestly I kind of want her to come when she's ready and I don't want to rush things, as miserable as I am I'm going to miss my little squirmy in my belly laying with me all day.
Either way, they're inducing me here in a week or so because she's getting way too big. So we'll find out for sure on Monday when I have my last ultrasound to measure her growth. (if I make it until then.)
Brando and I really want her born on March 4th (Friday!) because it was the day he asked me out and we started dating. It'd be a great date, but baby girl can come anytime she'd like.

It's been a couple of days since i've written, which I do apologize for. Brando and I had an amazing three day weekend together with family and spent a lot of time just laying in bed cuddling and stumbling. Monday we went to the doctor, and I'm dilated to a 2 and thinning, which is great! (and scary!) Because I could really have my baby girl any day now, and do I believe it.
This weekend my feet starting swelling on and off, and last night they got to where I can't see my ankles now. I woke up this morning and they are still swollen and won't go down. It's very painful, I hope she's on her way soon because honestly it's more painful than some of my contractions i'm having..but enough about my fat, puffy self.

Picture times!
Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.
I want to go back to Lebanon.


Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.
My mommy.


Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.
My child coming into this world.

(my sweetheart praying)

Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.
I hate my big arab nose and my puffy, uncontrollable arab hair.

Day 19 - A picture and a letter.
I don't really know what this means or really wants, but I keep this in my wallet.
I drew this picture when Brandon and I started dating and have just kept it ever since, I really don't know why. It honestly should be in his wallet.


And that's all I really have today, hopefully I'll write in here again before I have my little birdy, but if not, you will see her soon enough!
Xoxo.