Aaron was 3 weeks on Friday. To celebrate I went with my mom to Florence. The real reason of course was to go shopping, but we women will take any excuse we can get. Aaron just started to get cholic. I can't wait for this phase to pass. It doesn't help that he hasn't able to have a bowel movement by himself since day 7. My mom went home on Saturday, and my sister, Maureen went home last Tuesday after being here 20 days to help me out. I miss them already.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
If you were to ask Aaron what he wants to be when he grows up, he'd probabily say a professional sleeper. The only thing is, he needs to learn to sleep during the night and not the day in order to become a professional.
Monday, June 11, 2007
These are the bird legs that he got from his Dad. He also has his dad's feet, but I haven't gotten a good picture yet to show well these huge feet and long toes.
There are those crazy toes. He does something funny with his big toe and it looks distorted. Like father like son.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Then we went to a place called San Leo. It's a small city that has a fortress built on the peak of a... I'm not sure what to call it... a really big hill, or a very small mountain. To tell the truth it's far away and I was hoping my water WOULDN'T break while we were there. The only time I've wished for that.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
So then I called a friend in Prato (which is about an hour south of here) crying and saying, what do I do? So she called the hospital there, and they told her to bring me right in and they'd see and get me in right away if it was necessary. So I call the neighbor who took me to the train station. I go with all of my bags down to Prato. My friend picked me up at the train station and took me to the hospital. After waiting for the doctor to finish delivering, he came and checked me. He did the ultrasound. And lo and behold, the baby is not breech. He's head down (and enormous according to the doctor) and ready to go. He never was breech (because I gaurantee I would have felt him flip around if did). So anyway, after all of the worrying, traveling (gone from 9 am - 10 pm), etc., this baby is just fine. It was the biggest relief of my life, and the biggest frustration at the same time. Why do Italians have to make life so complicated?! Anyway, now it's just a matter of waiting, and hoping he's not too overdue. I just need to remember that even though this is all a big pain, the end product is going to be worth it.
Moral of the story: public health care is not the best way to go!