|Just a few dozen minutes old|
This was supposed to be a post about the first week, but it took me about a week to get any photos downloaded. Once I got them off my camera, it took a few more days to get them uploaded here, and then I still never got around to actually writing or posting anything. And now it has been two weeks rather than one, but if I go back to update it of course it will be week three by the time I get caught up to week two. So, week one. A week late.
But a week late still works since the story of week two is pretty a continuation of the story of week one.
From the beginning, Zayda’s been surrounded by people who love her.
|meeting her older siblings for the first time|
And actually, for months now I’ve been amazed by people’s kindness and generosity. By this point I shouldn’t be anymore. I know all these people, my friends and family and community, and they are always like this. Still, it’s nice to have occasions like this to remind you just how fortunate you are to be surrounded by so many great people.
Sometimes I pay more attention than I should to others’ complaints about people who are mean or cruel or all the drama around them.
Those aren’t my people.
Those aren’t my people.
Of course I have to deal with them occasionally, but I give them less and less of my time and concern as I get older. My people are the ones who have taken such good care of me the last few months, and who have gone out of their way to welcome this little person into our lives and community.
The cumulative effect of so many little acts of kindness is sort of overwhelming.
|Family taking turns holding her in the delivery room|
|Azia and her dad working on getting Zayda dressed to come home the next day|
|Azia's fingernail polish matched Zayda's going home outfit. That may not have been coincidence.|
|with her sister|
|and Jenna, too. The girls came to the hospital to bring home the newest girl.|
|Escaping. It seemed like we'd been hospital a long time by the time we finally got out of there.|
|She had a whole gang of boys waiting to admire her when we got home.|
--> There’s been an amazing flood of people showing up—people who want to meet her, hold her, get to know her right from the beginning. Tiny people not much older than her and others many decades older all excited to meet this new person.
|First Day Home.|
Many people brought gifts and have been so generous in sharing what they have. I was given an entire wardrobe of maternity clothes (I had nothing when I got pregnant & didn’t need to buy a thing). For the last month people have been dropping off baby things they were no longer using (a bouncer, swing, crib, clothes and blankets. . .) Others currently between babies loaned even more baby gear—swings and chairs and carriers—pretty much any sort of equipment I could think of. I got packages in the mail from friends who don’t live close by and packages left on the doorstep, gift cards, homemade blankets and dresses and booties, packages of diapers and clothes. Friends would randomly surprise me with little hair bows or cute shoes when I’d run into them around town.
|Lettie & Michael & Deva meeting Zayda|
|Hanging out with Uncle Michael|
|Grandma Elda was possibly awaiting her arrival more impatiently than any one (except maybe Zoran).|
|Tami & Sophia came to visit all the way from Florida! :)|
I don’t think there has been a day since a few days before she was born that she didn’t receive a small gift or two and a handful of messages from people checking in on how she was doing.
|swinging with Ahni|
|Azia has sort of been in charge since the baby arrived. Sometimes she lets other people hold her. (Not that often though)|
|Sunday afternoon at Yaya's with all the cousins|
|Big brother Lex is always picking her flowers|
|with Gwen and Paisley|
|Surrounded by cousins. Again.|
This first week (and actually the previous few months) have also been a good lesson for me to learn to say thank you, and to enjoy and appreciate the things people want to do for you. It’s much more comfortable for me to help others than to accept gifts and help, but I love that nearly everyone I have anything to do with these days believes babies are blessings and is excited to welcome another one to our community.
|I love little baby feet.|
|She has a lot of brothers, but no shortage of awesome girls to hang out with.|
It’s good to know, if nothing else, I’ve done a great job of surrounding myself with good people.
|Visiting with Tami and Zoe|
|Smiley at 2:00am. . . she's was sort of nocturnal for the first week. Luckily I'm not real bothered by being awake in the middle of the night.|
|and I much preferred working with this sort of baby bump on my stomach than the one I'd had a week before|
|All the boys helping with a little photos shoot, |
|...and Zayda got bored too and needed a little snack break|
|Taking in some basketball at Day 5--it was part of Zoran's plan from the beginning to make her a ball player.|
|Lex helping keep her happy while she waits for the doctor at her first check up.|
This little girl is in good hands. Dozens and dozens of them.
|sunset in St. Ignatius at the end of the first full week. . .|