Meet Corabelle

Our baby girl is here! She arrived promptly and efficiently on her due date, June 13th at 12:19am, weighing 8.06 pounds. I'll share more about her birth story soon, but for now, meet Corabelle Elizabeth, the newest Nourished Mama Baby.

In the wee hours of the night, we held our first girl tight and our hearts were forever changed. {~30 minutes old}

In the wee hours of the night, we held our first girl tight and our hearts were forever changed. {~30 minutes old}

Brother and sister meet for the first time. {~nine hours old}

Brother and sister meet for the first time. {~nine hours old}

Her temperament is different from Jackson's in every way. She rarely cries. He cried often and loudly. She had trouble nursing. Jackson was an enthusiastic champion nurser. She gags at a paci. He needed it from day one. She sleeps a lot. Did he ever sleep? (Seriously, he totally passed up this whole dreamy newborn stage that I'm finally discovering is not a myth other mothers made up to make me feel like a bad mom.) She's indifferent to swaddling. Swaddling saved my sanity with Jackson. She doesn't interact very much yet...she's too busy napping. He was so alert and a noticer right away. We were already having full on cooing and eye conversations with Jackson by now. She's dainty and lady like and floppy. I swear he came out of the womb with muscles and pushed up on his legs almost immediately. 

At almost four, Jackson is still so much like he was as a baby, an energetic, curious noticer who loves to talk. He still needs his soft blanky and only gave up his paci a few months ago. He's sensitive and likes his routines. Though he's high energy, too much stimulation makes for a cranky kiddo. We all know when he needs a snack or a meal. Hangry much? He still loves to rock (though he did learn to fall asleep without it when I was too pregnant to rock him.) I remember reading about High Needs Babies when he was a few months old and knowing he was one...and holding onto the fact that, with each trait that made him a little more work than other babies comes a strength that make them wonderful children and adults. I'm curious to see what personality my little laid back girl ends up having! She may end up with her Daddy's gentle temperament, along with, bless her heart, his wonky toes.  

In big brother's arms. The only two people in the whole wide world who will know what growing up in their home, with their parents is like. In just a few years, they'll be saying, "Oh you know how mom is. She's soooo annoying!" :) I hope they always know how special that relationship is and pray that it's one built on love, trust, and mutual respect for each other. {~nine hours old}

In big brother's arms. The only two people in the whole wide world who will know what growing up in their home, with their parents is like. In just a few years, they'll be saying, "Oh you know how mom is. She's soooo annoying!" :) I hope they always know how special that relationship is and pray that it's one built on love, trust, and mutual respect for each other. {~nine hours old}

Speaking of Jackson, he's been an incredible big brother. The patience he's shown while I care for his new sister and recover from the delivery has been beyond his years. (It could be because he's getting more Kindle and Daddy time, but still, he's not complained once about me resting or nursing her AGAIN.) He loves giving sister kisses and he will hold her for a few minutes if I ask him to, but quickly tells me "Okay I'm done. This is boring" (which really is a lot easier at this stage). His favorite thing though: helping change poopy diapers...because "It's disgusting!!!" Such a boy.

Getting ready to head home from the hospital. This was the first and one of the last times she successfully took a paci. I suppose it could be for the best, but I'll be a little sad if she doesn't take one. We loved the magic mute button with Jackson. {One day old.}

Getting ready to head home from the hospital. This was the first and one of the last times she successfully took a paci. I suppose it could be for the best, but I'll be a little sad if she doesn't take one. We loved the magic mute button with Jackson. {One day old.}

Our first mommy/daughter outing for her jaundice follow-up appointment and a thrilling trip to CVS. {Five days old, 7.14 pounds}

Our first mommy/daughter outing for her jaundice follow-up appointment and a thrilling trip to CVS. {Five days old, 7.14 pounds}

Oh the bows! So stinking cute, but with all her hair, I'm still figuring out what kind of bow works best on her little head. They all keep popping up into a little crown on her head and giving her a certain chia pet look.

Quick size comparison. {15 days old, 9.05 pounds} She looks like a different baby!

Quick size comparison. {15 days old, 9.05 pounds} She looks like a different baby!

Pretty much my favorite picture ever. She's totally posing and turning to "find her light" so she can show off her first pair of baby legs. {Seven days old}

Pretty much my favorite picture ever. She's totally posing and turning to "find her light" so she can show off her first pair of baby legs. {Seven days old}

I was perfectly happy putting Jackson in a white onesie or a sleeper every single day at this age. Practical, simple, cute...for a boy. But baby girl clothes! Oh my goodness. I bought these BabyLegs on sale a few years ago, when I was loading up on some for Jackson, in hopes that just maybe I'd have a little girl to put in them one day. Dressing my real live baby doll is just as much fun as I dreamed it would be when I was a little girl.

Having a little impromptu photo shoot with my girl, because...well because I put on make up postpartum and that should be celebrated with pictures. {Nine days old}

Having a little impromptu photo shoot with my girl, because...well because I put on make up postpartum and that should be celebrated with pictures. {Nine days old}

Full disclosure: I'm wearing my favorite trimming yoga pants and doing some mad sucking in here + the lighting is doing some magical things I can't quite explain. While I did lose my pregnancy weight pretty quickly, my bod is still very much in the soft postpartum stage which these angles and clothes are kindly camouflaging.

True story, though. After I took my first post-delivery shower, I hollered to Jared through the bathroom door, "Oh my gosh, I look like a super model! I'm gorgeous. I'm thin. It's amazing!" An hour later, Jackson and his buddy both independently asked me if I still had a baby in my tummy. I didn't care though, I was so so so happy to not be pregnant anymore, to be able to breathe again, to eat without heartburn, to see my toes, to lay down comfortably, to sit comfortably--ish.

And most of all, I was so happy to have my sweet daughter to love and hold and stare at for hours on end. I'll never get over the miracle of life.

My kisses is not what she was asking for, but I don't care, I will kiss her and hug her and love her always, always, no matter how much it annoys her. {Nine days old}

My kisses is not what she was asking for, but I don't care, I will kiss her and hug her and love her always, always, no matter how much it annoys her. {Nine days old}

I can't wait to see how having two kids, different genders, with two different personalities shapes me as a mom and as a writer and as a friend. I look forward to sharing the journey with you.