I’m not sure if her eye was itchy and she fell asleep scratching it or what, but this doesn’t seem like a comfortable way to sleep.

Also, this picture reminds me of an ultrasound. You have to really look at it to see the picture. But I didn’t think it was fair to flip on the light so that my cell phone would take a better picture.

And that, reminds me of when I was pregnant with Riley. I had my first ultrasound with her at about 7 weeks because I had some spotting after my first pelvic exam. She was just a little dot but it was love at first sight. I had my second ultrasound at 17 weeks. It was a level 2 ultrasound to make sure that she didn’t have any of the same issues as my brother John. She got a clean bill of health and we also found out SHE was a SHE. Hilariously, we decided to keep that a secret. My brother Joe stopped by the house after our appointment and I told him that it was a secret and “we’re not going to tell you her name either.” HAHA. I’m an idiot. I know.

My next ultrasound was at 25 weeks when I was admitted to the hospital. Everything still looked good and we got some great pictures of her hanging out in there. Had I know then that we would see her face to face about 60 hours later, I probably would have been a little more panicked.

Our final ultrasound was about 12 hours before she was born. They did a doplar ultrasound to see if she was getting any of the nutrients that she needed my from failing body. The news was not good so it was a pretty somber experience. Then I leaned down to my belly and said, “You’re going to be okay”. I’m not sure if it was a question or a statement, but she rolled over in my belly and we got a good look at her with her hand in a fist and her thumb sticking up. I’m sure it had probably just come out of her mouth, but I like to think that she was giving me a big ole thumbs up.

So…tangent. But I hope she reads this some day and that makes her smile.

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