Claire - 2 Months

Claire, you are 2 months old today!! You're growing so fast! Sometimes I can't believe it's already been 2 months and other times it feels like you've always been here.

Height: 23 inches - 78th percentile

Weight: 13 pounds - 88th percentile

Head Circumference: 16.5 inches - 99th percentile (off the charts big)

Your height and weight percentiles have both gone up since your 2 week visit! The doctor says you're "beautifully proportional." You're in 0-3 month and some 3-6 month clothes. You wear size 1 diapers.

Here's what you're up to these days:

- You're interacting more and more. You're smiling a lot and squealing joyfully. You clearly recognize me and Daddy, and when you smile at us, we feel like our hearts just might explode!

- If we lay you down, you like to roll onto your side. You favor your left side, and almost always roll that way.

- You love your jungle gym playmat - you get your arms and legs going and are so happy in there! You make some of your loudest noises there. But after about 15 minutes, you're done with the gym and want out (kind of like your mommy in any sort of gym setting, ha!).

- You're usually eat every 2 hours. You love to eat! Your cheeks and thighs have gotten super chunky, and it makes me so happy!

- Generally, you take a really long nap in the morning, often in your beloved swing! After that, you nap on and off but there's no clear pattern to it for the rest of the day.

- You're a good sleeper. Most nights we're up once around 3 or 4 to eat and then again at 6 or 7. I try to get us both back to sleep after that so we can rest a little longer before starting the day. Thursday night you gave us a glorious 7 hour stretch! You'd had shots earlier in the week and happened to be in your swing (normally you sleep in the rock 'n play sleeper), so it may have been a fluke, but it's a step in the right direction!

- A few of your favorite things: your swing, paci, rock 'n play sleeper (seriously the most amazing thing ever), staring at mommy and daddy's headboard (you finds it so fascinating and can't take your eyes off it), bathtime, and sleeping in people's arms. You took some epic naps in your Poppy's arms last weekend when we were in Sugar Land!

- You have a bit of reflux, but luckily it's not too severe. Not sure if there's any connection, but I can't say I'm surprised after the reflux I had during my pregnancy.

- You have the sweetest relationship with your cousin Grace. You've spent a lot of your days together. Grace constantly waves at you and when you sit next to each other in the car, she always tries to pass her books and socks to you. It's pretty adorable! You also got to meet your cousin Logan last weekend! He was so sweet to you. You have a new cousin, Abigail, that was born just this week! We're so excited to meet her, and it's going to be so fun to watch you two girls grow up together!

- In the last month, you've had several important firsts. You took your first trip to Sugar Land and got to meet all of Daddy's family. It was so fun to see you meet 3 of your great grandparents and you loved spending the weekend with your Gigi and Poppy. We've been out to eat with you twice. You spent your first of many Sunday afternoons hanging out on the back porch at Pinky and Papaw's house. It's so fun getting to experience everything with you.

                                                 1 month

                                                                          

   2 months

Claire - you are the best thing that ever happened to me and your Daddy. You bring more joy into our lives than we knew was possible! Sometimes I just hold you and wonder what in the world I did to deserve the wonderful blessing of getting to be your mommy. I'm so happy that you're mine.

Love,
Mommy

Walk the Walk

If you read my last post, you know I was pretty frustrated by the long journey back to walking after breaking my ankle. The other day I found myself praying for some kind of magical moment that would give me hope and motivation. And then this unexpectedly happened on Wednesday...

I know, those steps are not at all pretty or graceful. My physical therapist always teases me and says that grace is not my middle name! But they are steps. Steps that made both me and my husband cry when I took them. 

1 Peter 5:10 
And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.

Life Lately

It has been so long since I've blogged! I've started this post in my head about fifty times, but just haven't sat down and written it. 2013 has proven itself to be quite the life-changing year so far...

Claire is doing great! She is such a sweet baby and we love being parents. It doesn't seem possible, but she will be six weeks old on Wednesday! Claire loves to eat and has the chunky cheeks to prove it! She's starting to smile more and be more awake during the day. She's appears to be a good sleeper too. We go to bed pretty late, but Claire generally sleeps between her night feedings and is usually up a couple times at night (once around 3 or 4 and then again around 6 or 7). We are very blessed. 

Claire is the light of our lives. Were it not for her, 2013 would be a pretty awful year so far. I'm still recovering from my ankle injury. It's been 9 weeks since the break and 8 weeks since my surgery. The bone is healed up nicely and I've been able to weight-bear for two weeks now. I'm going to physical therapy twice a week. It's a very long, slow process, as I'm basically learning how to walk again. An injury like this is really strange because you spend six weeks learning how to live in the world without using one of your legs. By the time you get that down, you get the okay to use the leg again and then...you just can't. I did exercises before I could put weight on it to lessen the atrophy in my hip and knee and those definitely helped, but all of the joints and muscles in my foot and ankle are just gone. I'm doing an ever-growing list of exercises from physical therapy every day. At the end of my first week, my physical therapist asked me to walk with one crutch. This wasn't something I was expecting, as it wasn't a step in my recovery we'd talked about before then. Needless to say, it wasn't pretty! When I asked her how it seemed, she said, "horrible". While she was just being honest, my therapist and I seem to have different views on motivation. I had to fight back tears the rest of the session and for the rest of the day, which was Cam's birthday. I was so discouraged. I've struggled with the fear that I'll never walk normally again. Intellectually, I know that's doesn't make sense, but it just feels impossible. It's weird to take something you just know how to do most of your life and then try to consciously learn how to do it again. Almost every night since then, Cam's been helping me practice walking with one crutch. Last night, something clicked and it just worked! This morning I tried it again to make sure it wasn't a fluke and I could still do it! I am thrilled! I know it seems like a small accomplishment, but it's a huge one on this long journey. Doing this more will help me to put more and more weight on my bad leg, which will strengthen it further. Hopefully there will be other new breakthroughs shortly.

                     2 weeks ago, at my 6 week post-op appointment.

Today, at 8 weeks post-op. My surgeon's amazing to leave such a thin scar!

I HATE that I'm going to spend the majority of my maternity leave unable to walk on my own. It absolutely breaks my heart and I've cried about it so many times. Like all moms do, I looked forward to my maternity leave so much. I had to fight through some pretty awful treatment (see: discrimination) at my job about it for months beforehand. I mean, how dare I get pregnant in a year of testing accountability? Don't get me wrong: my leave is wonderful because I get to spend it being a mommy to my little Clairebear, but it's looked nothing like I expected. I'm praying I can at least have a week or two at the end where things are normal, but there's just no way to know. When I see how long this recovery is taking, I'm unsure I'll even be able to go back on my planned return date to work. My surgeon may have to extend it a couple of weeks if I'm still not walking normally. I think my recovery is a little slower than normal because I'm recovering from childbirth and breastfeeding. When my surgeon saw my x-rays at my last appointment, he said my bone looked washed out, which is normal when you're immobilized, but it's also compounded because breastfeeding takes nourishment from all over your body. 

To sum it all up, I never realized that when I turned 30 my body would completely fall apart! Cam and I talk all the time now about how having our second baby will seem like an absolutely breeze compared to what this has been like. I struggle all the time with wishing I could go back and never have left my house the day of my fall, but I know that's pointless. I just pray there are small lessons I can take from all of this. I know I've become more patient. I'll never take my mobility for granted again. I have a whole new respect for people who can't walk. I appreciate the simple things in a new way...I want nothing more than to put my baby on my hip, walk into the kitchen unassisted, and do the dishes. I just want a normal life again. 

I could never make it through this without Cam, Claire, and the rest of our family. Cam has been amazing through all of this - he never gives up. He's such a wonderful father and Claire is so taken with her Daddy. My mom has been here every weekday helping me. I am much more mobile than I used to be, but I still need help since I can't yet carry the baby around myself. My mother-in-law came and spent a week with us. It was something we were already planning before I broke my ankle, but we needed her in a whole new way once that happened. If I can be half the mother these two incredible women are, Claire will be just fine. Speaking of Claire, I've often wondered why God put me in this position right as I became a mother. It just seems like it's all too much! But I also realize that if this ankle injury had to happen, I very well could have fallen into a dark place if I didn't have the joy of becoming her mother at the same time. She has been the sweetest little motivation through everything! I've decided this summer will be my "do-over maternity leave" and Claire and I are going to spend it doing tons of fun things!! 

To add to all of the craziness, Cam is experiencing some health problems of his own. Last weekend we were supposed to go to Houston for the day for a funeral. I woke up at 4:30 with the baby and realized Cam was already awake. He was having terrible pains in his stomach. We thought it was just gas and indigestion, since we'd been out for a big dinner the night before to celebrate for his birthday (my first meal out in two months). I got busy getting ready and getting everything ready to leave the baby with my mom for the day, but every time I turned around, Cam was in horrible pain. By the time my mom showed up right before 7, Cam said we needed to go to the emergency room. Considering it took me five years of begging to get him to go to the doctor for a plain old checkup, something was definitely up. After a couple hours at the ER, they decided it was gastritis brought on by a steroid he'd recently been put on because of back pain. They did an ultrasound on his gallbladder and said it looked okay. We were quite a pair - him on IV pain meds and me on crutches. We even had to call my Dad to come pick us up since neither of us could drive - ugh! Cam spent the rest of the day in pretty severe pain in bed. He went to see his regular doctor a couple days later and it turns out he thinks it's the gallbladder after all. So now Cam's doing more tests to figure out what's going on. If he does have gallstones, he'll likely have surgery to remove his gallbladder. All of his symptoms point to the gallbladder being the culprit, so we're both gearing up for another surgery. We're just in shock that this is happening right now, of all times. We're just trying to take it a day at a time and not worry too much about what's coming. If Cam does need to have surgery, I pray it's when I can walk unassisted, but also when I'm still on leave so I can care for him. 

We're in the thick of it right now, but we know God will see us through. We're also so thankful for this little angel. She makes each day a good one.

Sweet Baby Claire

Little Claire totally stole our hearts the minute she was born. She's almost two weeks old and is just the sweetest little thing ever! Here are just a few of the many things about her that we love:

- Her nostrils are shaped like hearts. I'm not kidding!
- She makes the sweetest noises I've ever heard. Between the beautiful sighs she makes when she exhales in her sleep to the cooing she does, she sounds like a little doll!
- The way that her hair spikes up, and the fact that it definitely has a reddish tint to it! Her hair's coming in more day by day!

- The way she cuddles into my and Cam's chests and sleeps best there, always! 
- Her growls! Her nickname is Dino, because she makes so many funny noises. 
- She loves to stretch out and always fights to have her arms out of the swaddle. 
- Her startle reflex...it's just so cute...though I do hate to disturb her.
- Her appetite is insatiable! We are in another cycle of cluster feeding and she wants to eat a lot. It can be exhausting and a big responsibility, but I try to remind myself that these days are fleeting and that one day I will long for the nights when she wakes me up in the middle of the night to eat and be close to me. 

Claire Campbell is truly the light of our lives. She is a blessing from God and brightens every day. It's been five weeks since I broke my ankle. There are moments when the claustrophobia of not being able to get up and walk is very overwhelming. I haven't left my house since New Years Eve except to go to doctors offices and the hospital. I don't say that so that you pity me, but rather to give perspective on just how weird my existence has been since 2013 started. But despite that, when I hold my little Claire and she looks up at me with her sweet eyes, I'm reminded again and again that I truly have everything I need.

Claire's Birth Story

I definitely want to record my memories of Claire's birth. It's amazing how a few days and a lot of sleep deprivation will make you start to forget the details of such an important event. Some of the times certain things happened and the order of certain events are a little fuzzy, but I think I've got it pretty close! This post may be full of boring details to most people, but this is really for me to look back on and remember this incredible experience. 

We had to be at the hospital at 6 pm to start the induction. My mom was with me that day and helped me get ready and tied up all the loose ends at home. Cam worked that day, but got off early so that we could eat my last meal and he could finish packing up the car. Even though this was all planned, when I left the house I still had that panicky feeling I imagine most people who go into labor on their own feel. We were scrambling to get out the door and I was such a ball of nerves!

We got to the hospital only a couple minutes late and Cam wheeled me into Labor & Delivery. They took us straight into L&D Room #3. It's weird to think that the next time I left this room, I wasn't pregnant anymore!
The hospital was totally prepared, which was reassuring. I had a team of 3 nurses working to get my IV started, blood drawn, and vitals started. They checked me and there was no change from my appointment the week before, which was a little disappointing. I'd felt like I'd been making progress, and of course, the more progress your body makes before an induction, the easier it will be. They inserted the Cervidil, which softens the cervix. After that, they pretty much left me alone except to check vitals, etc. The Cervidil burned a little, but over time I relaxed and didn't notice it much. 7 pm was shift change, so I got a new nurse named Margaret. Margaret is Jamaican and wonderful. She was my sister's nurse after her c-section a year ago and took such good care of her on a really rough night, so I knew I was in good hands. 

Cam's parents arrived in town from Houston and came to the hospital along with my parents. Everyone was excited and in disbelief that we were already at this point! It was really comforting to have our parents there. After they left, we watched the last 20 minutes of Parenthood (how appropriate, am I right?) and I sobbed like a big pregnant fool, just like every other week when I watch that show. Then we watched Justified, one of Cam's favorite shows. Margaret talked me into an Ambien and thank the Lord for it! Not only did it give me the ability to sleep, it also helped me drift into a really peaceful, contented state before I went to sleep. I was really, really happy! :) I fell asleep and Cam stayed awake late working on a sweet new blog he set up about our baby girl (http://www.claire.camtodd.com/ if you're interested!).

I woke up early in the morning and started to stir. Around 6:30 am, one of my monitors started going off so I sat up in bed and my water broke. What a strange feeling! We were all really excited by this development - things were moving along! Soon after, Dr. Orth came by on her morning rounds. I was around 3-4 centimeters dilated. Margaret left at 7 am, and two other nurses I'd had the night before took over for her. They were Wendy and Kristina. I think Kristina was new to the hospital, so she was training under Wendy. These ladies were amazing and I developed a serious attachment to them that day! Kristina was young and extremely compassionate. She said all the things you'd want someone to say to you while you're in labor and would rub my head when I was in pain. Wendy was also very sweet, but a little more business-like than Kristina. She had tons of experience and it was her troubleshooting that made it possible for me to avoid a c-section, so I'm eternally grateful to her. They started Pitocin and fluids around 7 am. The morning was a bit of a blur. I remember I had the Today show on all morning in the background. I was having contractions that felt like cramps. At a certain point, Cam and I started doing breathing exercises we learned in childbirth class. This is something I probably wouldn't have thought about doing, but Cam came prepared with the handout from the class and everything. Little did we know, we'd be doing these breathing techniques long after my epidural. Once I asked for my epidural, they had to give me a bag of fluids and I remember watching that bag like a hawk, willing it to empty out. At some point before or after the epidural, I think they checked me again and I had progressed to 5 centimeters dilated. Dr. Carroll, the anesthesiologist, came in around 10 or 11 to give me the epidural. I was much less nervous about this whole process than normal, as I'd just had a spinal block three weeks before during my ankle surgery. It's essentially the same procedure, except I was laying down for the spinal instead of sitting up on the side of the bed. We got it all set up, I got my long-awaited catheter, and I felt good to go. The painful contractions went away! Our families came back and visited for awhile and I was feeling very upbeat. We had both our parents, my sister, brother-in-law, and my niece Grace there with us. It was nice to have a cheering squad! Based on stories I'd heard from other women, this is what I hoped the rest of the day would be like until I transitioned into laboring right before delivery. Boy, was I wrong...

I started to feel a spot on my right upper abdomen that wasn't numb. It wasn't a huge deal, but I could still feel the contractions in that area. I kept pressing the little refresh button on the epidural but it didn't do much. Wendy had me roll onto my right side to get the epidural to filter down onto that side more and hopefully be more effective. At first I couldn't handle this, as I felt this intense pressure when I rolled onto my right side. Eventually I did and it helped. Several times when I'd move from side to side, they'd lose track of the baby on the monitor, so they were constantly having to readjust it. They tried attaching an internal monitor to the baby's head because of a concern about her heart rate when I had contractions, but it didn't stay attached either. Claire liked being off the grid - ha! They were able to determine that the heart rate was nothing to worry about though, which was a relief! It was around this time though, that I started to feel things down below in the vaginal area. It was like the epidural would work for a bit, then stop...this pattern continued throughout the day. I spent a lot of time rolling from side to side and writhing around in pain. My mom came in and I told her I couldn't do this. She gave me one of those pep talks that only a mother can. 

Wendy and Kristina went to lunch and another nurse from the day before, Lauren, came in to check on me. I told her I felt a little bit of pressure, kind of like I needed to push. She checked me and said I was 8-9 centimeters! Holy moly...this was progressing quick! I was so excited that I wasn't going to have some crazy long labor and that all the pain I'd been feeling for the last couple hours was signalling actual progress! Lauren said when she touched my cervix, I jumped...she immediately knew something needed to be adjusted with my epidural. She called Dr. Carroll in for a last delivery dose of the epidural. This did help and gave me some temporary relief...but as before, it went away pretty quickly. Dr. Orth came by around 1:30 and checked me. I was 10 centimeters! It was crazy how fast this had all progressed! Everybody swung into action and we got ready to start pushing. I couldn't believe we were going to have our baby before 2 pm! We pushed for a bit, but Dr. Orth decided to have me stop. Baby Claire was a little tilted...not completely sunny side up, but enough to make pushing extremely drawn out. She said rather than have me push for 2 hours to fix this little issue, she would have me lay in bed and switch sides every 15 minutes to give Claire an opportunity to turn on her own. We did this for awhile and got nothing. Things down below were painful and I kept feeling the baby moving down and needing to push. Cam and I kept doing the breathing exercises and it really helped. At the very least, it gave me something to do to fight through the pain. At some point in the midst of all this, Dr. Carroll came back to give me a second delivery dose, since the last one hadn't stuck and we hadn't delivered earlier as planned. He was extremely sweet and sympathetic. When I told him that I honestly felt like the epidural worked, but always seemed to wear off at each new stage, he told me that some of this was probably Pitocin. Pitocin contractions are extremely strong and intense, so it's hard to completely take that pain away. The switching sides technique ultimately led to no change. This was really frustrating. I was starting to worry about a c-section. Part of me just wanted the baby out, but another part of me was so annoyed that after all that work and getting to 10 centimeters, I might have to have a c-section.

This is when things got really surreal. Wendy told us we were going to try a different technique. If this didn't work, there was no way this baby was coming out vaginally. She took a long hospital bedsheet, gave me one end of it, and had me lay on my left side. She had Cam stand a few feet from the end of the bed and hold the other end of the sheet. Then we had a tug of war! When a contraction came on, I'd take a breath, hold it in, and we'd tug to a count of ten. Then we'd do this two more times for each contraction. This was really weird and really cool. After all of the medicines and modern techniques, it came down to me and my husband helping our baby along on our own. To look back on it, it was a really amazing experience. Cam was his usual badass self. It's really unusual that a dad gets to take such an active role in labor, and he handled it in his typical awesome fashion. While this was going on, I still had the threat of a c-section in the back of my mind. But all of a sudden, something changed and everyone jumped into "This is happening, let's get ready" mode and they started prepping everything for delivery. I was so relieved! We started to push and at a certain point, Dr. Orth had me start holding the bed rails instead of the sheet. Cam came up to the bed and we got going. I didn't realize there would be all these additional people in the room, but we ended up having one additional nurse for the baby and a tech that helps Dr. Orth with her deliveries. It seems like we pushed and pushed. As expected, her head was huge! It was hard having all these people standing there encouraging you and feeling like it was all on you to make it happen. Dr. Orth told me I made better progress when she yelled at me...so that's what she did - ha! Cam's voice was my true north star though. Only he knew how I really felt at that moment, because he felt the same way too. When he would get really excited and say something while I pushed, I knew I was really making progress.

At 3:44 pm, Claire was born. I will never forget that moment. It was so amazing to see my little girl after so many months and such a crazy day of labor! She was absolutely beautiful. Everyone kept talking about how big she was! They put her on my chest and Cam and I were just in amazement! I don't really have words for that feeling because it was so surreal. Nothing compares to it. The physical feeling when she came out was pretty incredible. Since I could feel quite a bit, I felt the biggest sense of physical relief ever...exactly how you'd expect it to feel if someone removed almost 10 lbs from your body in one fell swoop. They put her on the scale: 8 lbs, 11 oz and 19 3/4 in. Such a big girl! They put her under the warmer and started taking vitals and doing their thing...Cam stood over her and took pictures, all the while falling more and more in love!

While Claire was being checked out, Dr. Orth finished fixing me up. It's so unfair that after giving birth, you have to do all this other stuff! The joke of the day was that Claire had been quite stubborn making her exit and everything else followed suit. Even the placenta didn't want to come out! What's pretty crazy is that when it did come out, they said it was almost the size of a twin placenta! No wonder Claire was so big! Sorry I know some of this is gross, but I think that's pretty cool. Then I got stitched up. An episiotomy sucks. I had a second degree laceration and a small abrasion. Thanks to my disappearing epidural, I felt the stitching and it hurt so bad! They kept telling me to turn and look at the baby to distract me and I did that, but it was hard to ignore the pain. At this point, I just wanted people to leave my body alone. I wanted all the wires and monitors to be gone and I didn't want anyone else touching me! I made a comment about the epidural not really taking and Wendy told me it definitely took and that I would have been in much worse pain had it not. But given what I've heard other women say, it definitely didn't work as well as it could have. Oh well, maybe next time I'll get to be completely numb! The pain was all worth it though! I'd do it a thousand times over for my Claire. The day went from being the hardest day to the best day the minute she was born!

Once everything was finished, I got to hold my girl skin-to-skin. It was wonderful! At some point, Cam got to go announce to the family that Claire was here. This was a moment Cam had been excited about for months! Everything had gotten so drawn out and our family had gotten pretty worried in the waiting room, since Cam hadn't been able to update them for awhile with everything going on. Claire had her first feeding and it went really well! I got to drink a juice cocktail and eat some animal crackers, and they were scrumptious! It was the first thing I'd eaten in almost 24 hours, so I'm pretty sure they could have fed me cardboard and I'd have loved it. Cam went with Claire to the nursery to be bathed. Our family was waiting in the hall outside my room to see Claire as they wheeled her down to the nursery - what a sweet introduction! Then everyone came to visit me. Everyone was on cloud 9! It was so good to see everyone after such a long few hours! They helped us move everything to my postpartum room and my mom helped me get into my wheelchair so I could head down there shortly after. I hugged Kristina and Wendy when they moved me to postpartum. It's so weird to not see someone again after the play such a big role in the most important day of your life. Bizarrely enough, my postpartum nurse for the first hour after I moved was my 7th grade math teacher. Isn't that crazy? 

The first night I was so full of happiness and adrenaline that I stayed up most of the night. I just wanted to be with Claire and enjoy my little family. We stayed in the hospital until Friday and now we're home getting settled into a routine. The last week has been lovely and full of so many sweet moments. My heart is so full. We are so very blessed to have Claire Campbell in our arms and in our hearts. We can't imagine life without her. 

Thanks for reading this long post! Cam is doing a similar post on his blog if you want to check it out at http://www.claire.camtodd.com/. We aren't reading each other's birth story posts until we publish our own, so as not to influence each other's memories of the big day. It will be neat to read about it from the male perspective! At some point, I'm going to come back and add pictures to this post, but for now...publish or perish! :)

Claire

She's here! 

 Claire Campbell Todd arrived at 3:44 pm on January 23, 2013. She is precious, healthy, and beautiful. Her Daddy and I are completely head over heels in love with her. I think I've cried a dozen times in the last few days because I'm just overwhelmed by how much I love her and want to protect her (and also pretty overwhelmed by hormones too, ha!). 

We are home and getting settled. I'll post more soon! Right now I have a sleeping baby on my chest that I want to stare at and snuggle with. I will definitely be posting her birth story soon...I want to write it down before I forget anything! 

Claire's Nursery

We've put the finishing touches on Claire's nursery and it's all ready to go! Of course, she'll be in our room for awhile. She has a beautiful cradle in our room to sleep in - my Daddy made it for me when I was born and it's been passed down through me, my sister, and our babies.

I've always loved toile patterns and knew I wanted to incorporate it into a nursery for a little girl. I wanted it to be soft and classic, and I'm so happy with how it turned out. It's truly been a labor of love. We moved into this house in March and set this room up as a guest room, then found out we were pregnant in May and started planning for it to become the nursery. We spent lots of time going through everything and working to convert our office into a guest room/office combo so we'd have a room for our little lady. Cam and I've had a lot of fun setting everything up. Cam painted a beautiful mural on the wall that is so fun and whimsical! I can just see Claire in a few months sitting up in her crib staring at it with a big smile on her face. She is one lucky little girl to have such a sweet Daddy. It's unbelievable to me that in just a few short days, we'll bring home a sweet baby to this room!

But...what will she wear?