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Cora's first picture. We couldn't believe she had so much hair - and such perfect little finger nails.
This is a little blurry - it was just moments after she was born.
Just moments after she was born.
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With Dr. White.
Right after birth. I kept saying that she was so tiny... but she was over 8lbs. Not that tiny!
We were so fascinated by her cute faces on her first day.
Happy momma to have such a sweet, healthy baby.
Trying to decide what to name her.
We love Cora Jane!
Meeting her Mia and namesake, Mary Jane.
Meeting Papaw Jim. Notice Landon's feet in the corner... we had scrubbed the deck the night before, and this was before he had only taken a quick shower before bed. I didn't realize how dirty his feet still were until I saw this picture!
Hello world!
Her first bath.
"I'm not sure that I am going to like this!"
All nice and clean and cuddly.
This bracelet was a present from my Mt. Pleasant shower. My girlfriends came with a packet of beads that each are associated with health during childbirth and recovery. As they passed the bracelet around the circle, each made a wish for the baby. For example, one stated that she had loved watching her (now college age) daughter learn and hoped the same for me. Another said that she hoped Landon would be a good coach... She was talking about during birth, but I thought that she was talking about later in life, like during Little League. My mind started racing, and I thought, "Oh, he is really competitive... I'll have to make sure he doesn't take it too seriously!" The bracelet broke a couple of days before I went into labor, and I convinced the Beaded Venus to rush order fixing it because I was having labor pains. Maybe the bracelet is to credit for my easy labor!
I was surprised by how immediately familiar Cora felt. On that first day, it was as if I knew that she was going to be a girl and what she was going to look like and we had known each other for a very long time. We kept saying that we couldn't believe that she was ours... but we also couldn't believe that she had been ours for only a few hours.
Cora was born on opening game day. Fortunately, it wasn't a big game as UTK was playing UT Martin. It is a good thing she was born early in the morning or she may have never heard the end of it. She and her daddy caught the game online in the hospital.
I imagine the purchase of a mocking bird, a diamond ring, a looking glass... he is absolutely wrapped around her little finger.
Landon preparing to fight off the boys in 15 years.
Daddy's little girl.
Going home - wearing the same dress that I wore home from the hospital.
She looked so tiny in the carseat. I cried when the nurse gave us instructions about what to do if she turned blue when we got home. I was completely caught off guard by how vulnerable I felt for her in the car driving home... and we only had to drive one mile (2 red lights) to get her to our house.
I had visions of getting dressed-up to bring Cora home from the hospital. I had an outfit in my bag, and I was going to fix my hair. I meant for Landon to be wearing a collared shirt. Ha! Our first night in the hospital was not a comfortable experience. I had a natural birth, so there really wasn't much need to monitor me --- yet a nurse came in every 2 hours to take MY blood pressure and check my temperature. I wanted to sign a form saying that this was completely unneccessary (and if anything was causing my blood pressure to go up). Yet she wasn't coordinated with the nurse who would come in to do the same vitals on Cora. Add to that my learning to breastfeed (thus waking up every 2 hours), and I practically got no sleep. Plus, we wanted to make sure that Cora roomed-in with us. I declared that if Landon and I were able to get Cora to latch on even one time without assistance on Sunday, then we would go home. That latch happened around supper, we quickly discussed whether it was too late to try to head home, decided it beat spending another interrupted night in the hospital, called in the nurses, threw our stuff in a bag, and texted mom to tell her we were heading home. Our front door picture wasn't what I envisioned... but it probably looks more realistic this way...
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Cora's first picture. We couldn't believe she had so much hair - and such perfect little finger nails.
This is a little blurry - it was just moments after she was born.
Just moments after she was born..JPG)
With Dr. White.
Right after birth. I kept saying that she was so tiny... but she was over 8lbs. Not that tiny!
We were so fascinated by her cute faces on her first day.
Happy momma to have such a sweet, healthy baby.
Trying to decide what to name her.
We love Cora Jane!
Meeting her Mia and namesake, Mary Jane.
Meeting Papaw Jim. Notice Landon's feet in the corner... we had scrubbed the deck the night before, and this was before he had only taken a quick shower before bed. I didn't realize how dirty his feet still were until I saw this picture!
Hello world!
Her first bath.
"I'm not sure that I am going to like this!"
All nice and clean and cuddly.
This bracelet was a present from my Mt. Pleasant shower. My girlfriends came with a packet of beads that each are associated with health during childbirth and recovery. As they passed the bracelet around the circle, each made a wish for the baby. For example, one stated that she had loved watching her (now college age) daughter learn and hoped the same for me. Another said that she hoped Landon would be a good coach... She was talking about during birth, but I thought that she was talking about later in life, like during Little League. My mind started racing, and I thought, "Oh, he is really competitive... I'll have to make sure he doesn't take it too seriously!" The bracelet broke a couple of days before I went into labor, and I convinced the Beaded Venus to rush order fixing it because I was having labor pains. Maybe the bracelet is to credit for my easy labor!
I was surprised by how immediately familiar Cora felt. On that first day, it was as if I knew that she was going to be a girl and what she was going to look like and we had known each other for a very long time. We kept saying that we couldn't believe that she was ours... but we also couldn't believe that she had been ours for only a few hours.
Cora was born on opening game day. Fortunately, it wasn't a big game as UTK was playing UT Martin. It is a good thing she was born early in the morning or she may have never heard the end of it. She and her daddy caught the game online in the hospital. 
I imagine the purchase of a mocking bird, a diamond ring, a looking glass... he is absolutely wrapped around her little finger.
Landon preparing to fight off the boys in 15 years.
Daddy's little girl.
Going home - wearing the same dress that I wore home from the hospital.
She looked so tiny in the carseat. I cried when the nurse gave us instructions about what to do if she turned blue when we got home. I was completely caught off guard by how vulnerable I felt for her in the car driving home... and we only had to drive one mile (2 red lights) to get her to our house.
I had visions of getting dressed-up to bring Cora home from the hospital. I had an outfit in my bag, and I was going to fix my hair. I meant for Landon to be wearing a collared shirt. Ha! Our first night in the hospital was not a comfortable experience. I had a natural birth, so there really wasn't much need to monitor me --- yet a nurse came in every 2 hours to take MY blood pressure and check my temperature. I wanted to sign a form saying that this was completely unneccessary (and if anything was causing my blood pressure to go up). Yet she wasn't coordinated with the nurse who would come in to do the same vitals on Cora. Add to that my learning to breastfeed (thus waking up every 2 hours), and I practically got no sleep. Plus, we wanted to make sure that Cora roomed-in with us. I declared that if Landon and I were able to get Cora to latch on even one time without assistance on Sunday, then we would go home. That latch happened around supper, we quickly discussed whether it was too late to try to head home, decided it beat spending another interrupted night in the hospital, called in the nurses, threw our stuff in a bag, and texted mom to tell her we were heading home. Our front door picture wasn't what I envisioned... but it probably looks more realistic this way... 
Yep...real world. Glad things are going so "well".
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