First St. George Trip

& A Few Visitors

I was eager to get to St. George quick after Emmy was born since it had been a few months. We were scared to death for how she would behave on the drive, but we were fortunate because she just slept for the majority of it (she made up for her good behavior on the drive when we made it to my moms and she proceeded to cry the rest of the night). 
One thing we learned from this trip was that our St. George trips are going to be a whole lot different than they used to be. From the amount of luggage packed to trying to accomplish anything on her schedule. Here are some pictures from the weekend. 
 

I think Emmy fell in love with St. George right away :) 

Emmy @ 2 Weeks

Welcome Home

The first couple weeks of Emmy's life I didnt snap as many pictures as I wish I would have. I think I was sort of in shock at the changes in my life and had a little bit of the baby blues. Ok lets be serious... alot a bit of the baby blues. Also, I had a broken tail bone that made it hard to do just about anything. But here are a few moments of the first 2 weeks of her life.

{Fresh flowers make everyone happy. I bet they made Emmy happy too.}

 {First walk and loving the outdoors}

 {What in the world would I have done without my mom??}

 

{Visiting aunts and visiting cousins. I apologize to those who visited that I didn't get pictures of.}

NICU

Emmy spent the first half of week one in the NICU. Poor girl had an infection and was breathing too fast. As you can see I didnt take too many pictures in that depressing place. Of course I am now wishing I did so I have it documented but my mind was somewhere else. It's heartbreaking having to leave the hospital without your baby. And even more heartbreaking to walk in and see your baby laying alone in an incubator with an IV in her head.

 

At first they told us it was probably going to be a week. But this little girl is a tough one and made it out of there in three days.

I couldn't leave without snapping a quick picture of the dreaded sinks. Every time we visited the NICU we were required to wash our hands for five minutes. Five minutes may not seem like that long of a time, but when you are staring at a white wall just scrubbing your hands it feels like forever. Nick would complain that he wasn't even sure if his showers lasted for five minutes so he wasn't sure what they expected him to do for five minutes on just his hands. On days when we would visit her multiple times we would end up spending a good half hour of our day just washing our hands. The worst part was there was no cutting the time short. Right as you turned the faucet on a timer would begin to count up to five minutes in big red lettering. My skin is still in the process of recovering.

 

We were so excited to finally have her home.