Small Armpits and A Cute Sixth Toe

This is what some of Brooklyn's visitors said about her Sunday night. Haha, love what boys have to say about her! For your info, she doesn't have a sixth toe - but she does have small armpits! :)

Saturday night Roger and I cheered on our Utah Jazz...too bad they lost at the last second! It was still a party! My ears were ringing all night - the crowd definitely lived up to the "loudest arena in the NBA" status. Holy cow.

Thanks Mom and Dad for the tickets, so fun to hang out with you guys that night. Too bad we couldn't see Kobe up close and personal. On second thought, maybe it was better our seats were higher so Roger couldn't attack him, huh? :)

Yes I look drunk. Promise I wasn't. But the ladies in front of us might have been.

Afterwards we headed up to the hospital so Roger could hold the baby for the first time. When we got there, she proceeded to fall sound asleep with Roger's hands on her head. She looked so peaceful that we couldn't bear to wake her up so he could hold her. Bummer.

Sweet dreams......

All tucked in for the night.....

And here's Brooklyn wishing all of the mom's out there a Happy Mother's Day!!

To my mom: Where would I be today without you? Words don't express how a daughter feels on a day like today. Thanks for helping me figure out what it means to be a mom myself and for being the example I want to follow. Love you!

To Susan: Thank you for raising Roger to be the type of man he is...I am eternally grateful. He is who he is because of you. How lucky am I to have gotten you for my mother-in-law. Thank you for being my second mom. Love you!

And lastly, today's pictures....our first try at "skin to skin".

Wow, what a feeling. How do I explain what a tiny thing she is? What a peanut. I'll admit, this was amazing and awful at the same time. I loved that they put her on my chest - she tucked her feet up under her bum - and fell asleep within minutes. I literally held her bum and both feet in the palm of my hand.

It was awful because I watched the monitor for the first 30 minutes stressing she would hold her breath. And, of course, she did. But we made it 45 minutes without any drops in oxygen and heartrate. It may take some convincing to try this again while she's still on the vent. I may be a nurse, but that logic goes right out the window when it's your baby that dropped her sats to 46% and her breathing tube is still pinned to your gown. I swear, I'm going to take years off my life from watching her do that!

But don't worry, this is how I left her. Another classic sleep position. :)

And for those that have ever wondered how she is weighed each night, this video is for you. Sorry its a full minute, but you'll see Emma (her nurse) and I scramble to get her hand off her breathing tube - we don't want that being pulled out by this munchkin's little hands!