Babies with Cowlicks

Clara's Daddy had to go back to work for a few days this week, so Auntie Beth got to go sit with her Mama yesterday. It was so nice to be with them again. It has been a week and a half since I last got up to the hospital, and let me tell you, my Sis looks like a brand new woman compared to our last meeting.

Although she is still staying in the hospital to be with her baby, she has been officially discharged and is finally on the mend. At my last visit, she could barely stand, and was still in need of around-the-clock care. That HELLPS is bad, bad, bad.

Clara is up to 3 pounds 9 ounces now, and is taking the optimal amount of food for her weight. Her next task is to be able to take all of her food by mouth so they can get the feeding tube out. They won't take the top permanently off of her incubator until she is at least 4 pounds, and she will have to be able to regulate her body temperature all by herself. At this point, they think she will need to be in hospital for at least another 2 weeks, and possibly more.

This was the first time I got to spend more than 5 minutes in the same room with her, and she charmed my socks right off. She does sleep a lot, but when she's awake, she is so very alert and tries with all her might to get those eyes to focus on her surroundings. I swear she was trying to make eye contact with me. It probably helps that I chose to wear black and white stripes. :)

One teensie foot resting in her Mama's hand. Can you believe how little she is?

My Sister was born with a cowlick. She has never been a fan of it, but I remember distinctly being a bit envious, because it gave her the most adorably heart-shaped face.

Bably Clara appears to have a similar swirl on her little tow-head (she gets that pale, pale hair from her Daddy).

Which brings back memories of my own sweetheart when she was a baby...

There once was a girl
who had a curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
she was very, very good.
But when she was bad she was horrid.

Mm-hm. It applies to my sister (oh, the stories I could tell!), my daughter (don't let that angel-face fool you), and only time will tell if this new baby can triple-prove the nursery rhyme to be true.