Our First Week

We left the hospital on Sunday and I was so excited to get out of there. Jai stayed at home with Isha Friday night and I was lonely being all by myself at the hospital. My mom did spend the night on Saturday which was nice. Daddy and Diya

All dressed up in pink! I love having another little girl!! Here is all of her beautiful brown hair just like her big sister.

After her first bath. She did pretty good with her first sponge bath. Not to much crying. Last night she got her first real bath and she seemed to enjoy the warm water. There is nothing better than snuggling a new baby right after a bath. They smell so good and are so soft.

Our neighbors, Michelle and Ashton, came over to meet Diya. Hopefully they will be good friends!

Isha has been doing pretty good adjusting to the new addition. There have been a few fits, some crying and whining, and she has told me a few times that she doesn't like me, but other than that she is doing okay. One good thing is that she really loves Diya. She loves to tell people that Diya is her baby sister and she also loves to give her hugs and kisses.

Isha loves riding her scooter around the house. Here she has her purse on her head!

This morning Isha helped my mom make biscuits for breakfast. She loves to help!

A few more pictures of Diya. She is eating well and already growing like crazy. We took her to the doctor for her 1 week check up and she had already surpassed her birth weight. She weighed 7 pounds and 10 ounces. That is almost a one pound gain in a week!!!

She is also sleeping a lot. She spends most of the day sleeping and at night she eats and then goes right back to sleep. Of course that could change at any time, but I am going to enjoy it while it last.

Baby Diya Isabelle Oberoi Is In The House

Okay, the time has come - here are some pictures of the big day. Baby Diya Isabelle Oberoi is in the house. The stats are: Weight - 7lbs 6oz Length - 19 1/2" Birth Time and Date - 8/14/2009 @ 1:47 pm Skin color - white like her mother Hair color - dark like her father (without the grey) Eyes - brown we think Also, there are some pictures with Mom and big sister. Both of them are fine and all is good. Enjoy the pictures and I'm sure Jen will fix this post when she is back to work (managing this blog).

Isha's Last Day As An Only Child

Isha's world is about to change!!! Today is her last day as an only child. For awhile I was struggling with the fact that I had made a life changing decision for her. She was getting a sibling whether she liked it or not. I was afraid of how I would be able to give her all the time and attention that she was used to, but after reading this poem I felt much better.

I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.

And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?

Then she is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you've never shared me before.

I hear you telling me in your own way, "Please love only me." And I hear myself telling you in mine, "I can't," knowing, in fact, that I never can again.

You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again.

But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying her - as though I am betraying you.

But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.

More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.

But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times - only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.

I watch how she adores you - as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of her new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you, I've given something to you. I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.

I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement. Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you - only differently.

And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you'll never share my love. There's enough of that for both of you - you each have your own supply.

I love you both. And I thank you both for blessing my life.

I know now that everything is going to be okay. Like one of my friends said, you are changing Isha's life for the better and you aren't taking anything away from her. I am so excited for Isha to have a sister. Someone to play with, grow up with and have as a best friend!!! We went today and bought a journal for Diya. It is the same one that we have for Isha, so it will be fun for them to sit down together someday and compare their baby books!!

Of course this may be how Isha feels after she realizes that Diya is here to stay for good, but I know that she is going to love her and be an amazing big sister to her.

Another Diya Update

So after a lot of thinking, praying, discussing and a little crying I have scheduled an induction for this Friday. I wanted to schedule it for Monday, to give Diya just a few extra days to make her arrival on her own, but just my luck my OB is on vacation next week so that left me with either Friday or Monday the 24th. I feel guilty about scheduling an induction because I am really not that miserable, despite the heart problems, carpal tunnel, peeing every two hours, achy joints, lack of sleep, sciatic pain, nausea and swollen hands and feet. My biggest concern is that my mom is coming this Saturday to help out and to see the new baby and I really want to have her by then. I would feel horrible if my mom flew all the way out here and then Diya decided to stay put and I couldn't be induced until the day my mom was supposed to leave. Then she wouldn't get to see her new granddaughter! I am still hoping that I will go into labor on my own, but I guess in the long run it doesn't really matter if I go into labor on my own or if I am induced, just as long as Diya gets here safely and she is healthy. That is really all that matters!!! At least now I am much less stressed about everything and maybe that will help me relax so that I can have this baby!!!

Diya Update

I am hoping that changing the blog to a baby theme will help encourage Diya to come. So far the full moon, hot and spicy food, and prayer have not worked!! I went to the doctor on Friday and nothing had changed. She did tell me that the good news was that the closer I got to my due date the greater the chance that the baby would be born! At least someone has a sense of humor about it!! I am really hoping that today or tomorrow is the big day. I am getting really anxious to meet this little girl. We will keep everyone posted.

Adding A Little Music To The Blog

Isha loves John Mayer (I guess I have rubbed off on her just a little bit). Every time she hears one of his songs she starts yelling his name and gets all excited. There is a Hallmark commercial on TV that has one of his songs on it and when it comes on she comes running into the room. It is amazing how she can hear only the first two notes of his songs and she know just who it is!!!

So, in honor of Isha's fascination, or should I say infatuation, with John Mayer I decided to add a little music to the blog. I added a Jack Johnson song because Isha also likes him, plus ABBA for our little dancing queen. The Martina McBride song is one of my favorites. It makes me cry every time I hear it and I think it is the perfect song for a mom who will soon have two adorable daughters!!!

I go back to the doctor tomorrow so I will let everyone know how it goes. Supposedly a full moon is coming so maybe that will do the trick!!!! We are getting really anxious to meet Diya so hopefully she will decide to come soon!