Shopping Day

Sofia had her first shopping day. This little girl got quite a bit of clothing. Aunt Angie and Grandma love looking at clothes to dress Miss Sofia up.

Carter's had a great sale and we were able to find some bodysuits that Grandma will alter for Sofia's button. If Grandma couldn't alter clothes we would have to be very selective about what to buy. Thank goodness for Grandmas ;)

Rough day for little one :(

Looking at this picture it makes me think about how beautiful Sofia's eyes are.  Those almond shaped eyes looking at me with such seriousness.  My little observer. 

She has had a rough day.  Vaccinations yesterday = soreness + fever today.  Hopefully she bounces back tomorrow. 

4 mos check-up

4 mos old and she is getting so big. Sofia just had a great checkup. She is just about double her weight. The only thing I have to complain about is the feeding tube issue. She just had some brownish stuff come out of her burp tube and the doctor said it is nothing to worry about. Try convincing this worried mom. Well we are working hard at trying to convince Sofia that the feeding tube really sucks and that she needs to work hard on not aspirating. Her response...raspberries. Hmmmm...I guess I'll take that as an ok.

Sofia's Birth Day

Feb.24,2012 Sofia is now a month old and everyday I look at her and think I still can't believe she is here. She is so precious to me and I wouldn't trade her in for anything in the world. Here is our story.... On January 21, 2012 I went into labor and was actually thinking that it wasn't supposed to be happening so soon at the time. Sofia was making an appearance 3 weeks early and it was a little concerning for me. I had hoped it was a false alarm but it wasn't. Since she came quickly it was a great relief seeing as how my son took 24 hrs. to be born. As soon as I saw her I knew in my heart she had Down Syndrome and oddly enough I was ok with it. Yes, my dreams I had for her might never happen like becoming a lawyer or a doctor, but I started thinking that they would just have to be replaced with new dreams. My biggest fear was how my husband would handle it. At one point I mentioned it when they took her to the nurser but my husband told me not to assume anything until the doctors say she does. I also remember after the doctor said he had his suspicions a day later that I told my husband that I felt as if I needed to apologize for our baby being born that way but I knew it was no ones fault. We just sat and cried and he told me he loved me and I knew then that everything was going to be ok. He proves to me everyday that he doesn't see her any differently than our son, we love her unconditionally and will always.