Call me Ishmael

Here is Mary in a Moby Wrap baby carrier. I wore her facing out for the first time yesterday. It might not be apparent from this photo, but she really liked it. I love wearing my babies. Aside from the emotional and developmental benefits the physical closeness brings to mama and babe, it's just plain practical.

We saw Dr. V, the cardiologist, last week. Mary was a whopping 13 lbs. 10 oz. at just under 3 months old! That's up 6 lbs from birth. She seems to be my chubbiest baby yet, which is interesting, because she definitely doesn't hang out on the boob the way the boys did. She sleeps more, too, so maybe her body gets the rest it needs to grow. We are now thinking her surgery will be shortly after Easter. I am torn between wishing that day would be behind us already, and that it would never come. I have only just recently had full days go by where I don't cry/panic at the thought of her past and impending surgeries. She looks perfect. I want to leave her that way.