I spent the night here at the hospital last night. I stayed with Julia until 12am last night until I was falling asleep in my chair (probably because I had slept in 2 rocking chairs facing each other next to Julia's bed the night before.) I got up at 6am to pump and then went to Julia's bedside. Not more than a couple of minutes after I got there, she started crying. And not just a whimper... but her loud angry cry. I love her cry. It is so distinguishable. It is strong! Her lungs may be struggling to breathe at times, but her cry has always been strong. It sounds just like the moment she was born and took her first breath- a moment that is so vivid in my mind. I started becoming very sad... I am going to miss that cry. I actually tried to soak in every wail so that I could remember it forever. (I have taken some video of Julia's cry on my iPhone.)
I started to comfort her. She seems to like it when I put my hand behind her head. I kissed her face and her shoulders. Then I went to pick her up... ew... wet! What was that? Poop! It was Julia's first blowout. And the silly thing is that I was so glad to be there for it. It was impressive. I called the nurse to assist me in changing her (there are so many wires and tubes I didn't want the poop to get everywhere.) It soaked through 2 blankets. Wow! So we change her and not 10 seconds later, she poops again... and a fair amount.
Oh my sweet precious Julia. I pray God gives me many sweet times with her today... even if those times involve poopy diapers.
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