This morning, Evie woke up before Daddy and was smiling at me in her pack and play. That is the best time of the morning for me, when Evie opens her eyes and sees me and gives me a huge sleepy smile. And then she started grunting. And pooping. That's when I woke up Erick. :)
Turns out she pooped so much, she soaked through her Zipadee Zip and her sheets, and then he changed her, and then she pooped again, and Grandma had to change her. Yay for Team Moy! And yay that Mommy didn't have to change this one!
While I eat lunch, I have been reflecting on why I haven't been crying or feeling overwhelmed. I think it's because I a) had a lot of practice leaving her with other people in the hospital, b) had practice leaving her for the day to attend a Continuing Ed Course, and c) I left her with Grandma and not a stranger. I am thankful for how God has taken care of us so well in these last 8 months, and surrounded us with people who care for us. The texts, Facebook comments, and voicemails today have all meant so much to me. I feel so supported and not at all overwhelmed! (Although ask me again on Wednesday, after I start seeing patients and teaching interns full-speed!)
If you're the praying type, we could use prayer for Evie that she would drink from the bottle for Grandma. Evie has decided that she will only drink from the bottle from Mommy, and that's not going to work. Thankful for the G-tube today!