What a week it was . . .

Last Tuesday night Jake turned one week old (yes, I've been meaning to post this for several days and now just getting around to it, but better late than never). And what a first week it was. He's pretty much the only member of this family that escaped unscathed. The rest of us were a mess.

My experience with his birth and the c-section had its bumps along the way thanks to the very endearing nursing staff at the hospital (which I will write about later in the story of his birth) and it caused a few extra days of good ole surgery pain that I wasn't quite expecting (or wanting, for that matter)!

By Thursday afternoon we were home from the hospital and the next two days were Ouch, Ouch and Ouch.

By Saturday evening, I was feeling high on life again - the extra Ouches were on their way out, we had a sweet new baby in the house and our mild state of chaos was at least tolerable!

By Sunday morning, we were at our pediatrician's office as Soph woke up magically with pink eye.

By Sunday night, I was in the emergency room after eight hours of extreme dizziness and ringing ears as my blood pressure spiked to sky-high levels.

By Monday night, Pablo was dead in bed with a respiratory infection.

And then it was Tuesday. One week since the arrival of our baby boy. Fortunately, there were some good moments along the way.

A very tired (but happy) family!


Jake got the infant blood tests taken and looked really sweet with his little hand bandaid!


A first bath!


And then Soph jumped in!


Sleepin'


And more sleepin'


Gettin' some serious lovin' from the whole family!