photo dump friday

Possible alternative titles to this week photo dump:
  • Guess how many pics of a sleeping baby you take in a week?
  • Sorry Sam, you aren't the only show in town anymore.
  • Sam Allison: former only child.

Ok so we have a new toy and we like to take pictures of said toy. Sue me. I'm sure the novelty will (never) wear off but what I can hope for - for Sam's sake - is a more equitable division of Allison children photos. This week. Not so much. Sorry not sorry Sam. Step up your cute game.

Also not helping is that I am in day 10 of C-section prison. Let's just say this recovery is not going as well as it should be or even close to what it was with Sam. I was promised an easier recovery from C-section 2.0. This is not what I was told it would be. Please send more trashy magazines and better day time television to aid in the healing.

All that to say that Kate and I are living in a nice little classy bubble in my bedroom where I have a toddler rail attached to the bed serving dual purpose: it is a cage to keep Sam off of me AND something to push down on to hoist my giant post partum body out of bed without using my abs. Maybe next week we can talk more about my thoughts on this C-section. I'll stop my whine-a-thon now.

Anywhoo, my justification for the overload of Kate only pics is because it's just Kate, Me, and an iPhone all day long so obviously she is going to win the number of picture show down. This is what I will tell Sam's future therapist.

And now, a million pictures of the same baby face just in different poses/pajamas:



Without this guy, we would be sunk. Not many Dads voluntarily take three weeks off work to get everyone well after baby comes. But he does. Because he's a really really good Dad and Husband.

Our memo board in our room got a lot of laughs from the nurses. We aim to please.




Meanwhile at home during our hospital stay, Sam had croup. Guess how much fun it is to have a sick toddler at home, a new baby just born and try to keep them separated? I wouldn't know because that task was given to Chuck's mom and sister who handled all things Sam and all things quarantine. They nailed it.

Yeah! Chuck's Mom had a pic on her phone of Kate with our photographer Pam.

The going home outfit was less than appreciated...

Grandma multi-tasking. Sam can't say grandma yet so he calls her Lala. We have no idea why but we are going with it for now.

Baby selfies.

Chuck says we have the same resting grump face. I guess I see it.

Aunt Nan's dog Millie hates people, hates fun but loves babies. She did not appreciate any visitors holding Kate. Family only was Millie's policy.

Checking out his "Bubbay". He loves her so much.

Getting ready for her first Seahawks game in a matching outfit with Aunt Nan: jeggings and a denim button up.

Mommy multi-tasking. We are learning to do things together.




Good news: My kids are definitely related.




Sam's bath time job is Kate's feet. He takes his work very seriously.
 Happy Friday to All!!!

an overshare of baby kate's birth pics.

Look alive people. I am about to blow you up with birth pics. Settle in because we have a few million share and I just do not have the energy or desire to cut back.

Just like with Sam, we had a photographer join us in the operating room to capture the moments that we wanted to remember forever. We have treasured for 20 months the pictures we have from Sam's birth so this was absolutely going to happen.

But four days before D-Day, we hit a snag and our beloved photographer came down with the flu. No, no, no - I would have this day documented if I have to do it myself. I swear to you, I would. I wanted these pictures that bad. I don't think I would have been allowed to do that but hey, a girl can try.

Good thing Chuck has the most amazing relationship with his boss and that his boss's wife owns a photography business. And she was willing to step in at the last minute, drive hours to our hospital to takes these pictures, and stand the smell of my C-section. Those things do not smell delicious.

Pam was unbelievable to jump in, tackle this, and we will never be able to thank her enough for photographing Kate's birth. (Pam's work is amazing - you can see more of what she does here).

Kate came into this world in such a happy OR. There was laughing, there was joy, there was so much excitement waiting to welcome her into the world. It was perfect.

The first thing I heard about Kate was "look at those cheeks!" from the anesthesiologist watching her come out. The first thing I heard from Kate was the gentlest baby cry you've ever heard. The next thing I heard was "how do you make babies this big?!" from the doctor.

I don't know. I just don't know.

I'm so glad we have these photos. I'm so happy to share some of them with you today.

Lots of commentary and do push through to the end of these because Sam seeing me post operation was, well, pumpkin carving 2.0. Oh and fair warning, there is one of her coming out of my wide open stomach. It's tasteful, but you've been warned so no complaining.

Happy Birth-Day Baby Kate.
The world is a better place with you in it.
Photos by Pamela Hunter - A Vie Photography.

You'll do your best to look past my double chin in all of these. He stayed away for most of the pregnancy but came to play in the last week. Jerk.




That tactful tushy out and open to the public walk to the operating room. Very lady like and very dignified.







This guy. So freaking excited to have a new baby, especially excited that it's the girl kind.

MY INSIDES!

And there she is.

My first look at her. It was a lot to take in. I didn't cry when Sam was born but I did with Kate. I think it's because I already know: I know how much I'll love her, I know what fun we have in store, I know what's coming and it is fantastic.



I think she has the tiniest pin head. It's 97th percentile. I think that tells you how thrown off perspective is from having Sam.



Handling the skin to skin duties and loving every minute of it.



Our first hold (ish).

The doctor who delivered both the Allison kids. She's amazing and perfect for us. By that I mean, she gets us and the horrible, awful things we say during appointments.



The definition of hot mess: these two. Ok. These three.


And Sam. Oh dear. Sam did not appreciate seeing Mom in a bed, wires, tubes, IVs. He lost it.  The baby: whatever. Mom in pain: alert the media.  

PK meeting new PK (princess Kate, duh)

Still hating this.


I did get a "conk" - that's Sam's word for forehead bonks to show love - and he was out of there. He kept pointing at pictures of me the rest of the day crying about Momma. A happy picture of me and Kate had to be sent to him before nap time to calm him down. Sensitive Sam.
 

 
 



Aunt Nan with her baby namesake.



Dear Sweet Baby Kate. We didn't realize we were missing you until you came to join us. How lucky are we?
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