This last week has been a bit crazy.
Monday, we registered Faith's birth in the city of Cambridge. And Brad, being quick on his toes, ordered three additional birth certificates, to save us the inconvenience of trying to get additional certificates in the future (if the need were ever to arise). That same day, we had an appt. with the Health Advisor (she comes to your home the first few weeks, as does the mid-wife) who told us that Faith had gained 6 oz in her first 12 days of life and was in the 80th percentile! :)
Tuesday, was Brad's first day back at work and we had a super day at home. Jillian did (and has done) really well with staying inside and being more "low key" with our activities. She has been a sensitive big sister too, whenever Faith cries, she will say "Mommy, HELP!".
Wednesday, I tried the impossible...I tried to get out with the two girls. I bundled them up in the double stroller and Faith immediately started crying. I thought she would stop after a while, but she didn't, so I stopped on the side of the side-walk and was nursing her (even though I nursed here right before we left too). And Jillian, then wanted out too! But I told her, Jillian we are going to the store to get you grapes (she LOVES grapes!). And, so she said "GRAPES" and was really excited about that. And when I finished nursing Faith, I placed her back into the stroller and she started WAILING again. And I thought, this is not going to work and this certainly isn't worth it. So I turned right back around to go back home. It was so sad! Jillian cried out "GRAPES" in her most distressed voice! But I reassured her that Daddy would go get her some grapes that night and that we would have a frozen "pop" when we got home (our friend Ruth gave us lots of pops when Jillian was sick with the stomach bug)! Faith still cried, so I ended up holding Faith in on arm and pushing the stroller with the other! Not the image of "super mom" I had envisioned for myself!
Wednesday night we went to the GP (General Practitioner/ Doctor) because I was having considerable pain from breastfeeding and we discovered I had developed a cyst! The doctor was able to "fix it" and reassured me that any pain I was having, should reside that night! But, of course, it didn't.
Thursday, was our big day to go the American Embassy. Originally, we were only able to make an appt January 17th (because all of the spots were filling up as quickly they become available). But we contacted the Embassy and told them that we were in a dilemma. At the end of March, beginning of April, Brad's parents, his sister (her husband and their son) are all coming over and we are going to Paris for three days. But it takes three weeks to process a passport and then another 4 to 14 weeks to process the UK Visa, which we need to have to travel with Faith. So after several e-mails back and forth, the Embassy showed us compassion and gave us an emergency appt for Thursday. It was a long day for us. We left at 10:30 and didn't get home until 5:00 PM. After taking the train to London, we transferred on the tube for a total of five times (don't ask why it was an odd number) and went up many flights of stairs (with a stroller and a car seat), as well walked quite a while to get to the Embassy! Thankfully, we left Jillian with Jen and they had a fun day going to the park, eating pizza, and watching Boz!
After over $1000 in expenses, Faith will soon be a legal "American" residing in the UK! We discovered upon our visit, that just this year (2007), a law has been passed by Congress that has clarified what a "natural born citizen is and Faith will be considered one! So she can run for president if she wants to someday! :) The stinky news is, we discovered our English birth-certificates will do us no good in the US! Instead we must have our "Consular Report of Birth Abroad" certificate (which isn't actually a birth certificate, but states that Faith is a citizen of the US). At the end of the day, we got home, and discovered Jililan had a fever of a 103! We monitored her fever all through the night and gave her Ibuprofen and she is doing alright now. The good news is that night we had American lasagna for dinner (English lasagna is very different)!
The next day, Friday, I had an appt with the mid-wife at our flat, which I was thrilled about, because I thought that she would be able to help with the pain I was experiencing and I was concerned about the "poo" (that's what they call it here) in Faith's diaper. So I saved one of the diapers for the mid-wife to see. (I have definitely felt like a mother these last few weeks, I have combed vomit from my daughter's hair, and most recently, saved poopy diapers and examined them closely myself). But the mid-wife said that was a "medical" issue, I am not sure what that means, because I thought she was some sort of medical person herself! Oh well, so yet again, I had to make another emergency appt with the GP at the surgery (clinic)! So I saved another diaper for the GP to see, and she reassured me, she thought it was nothing (I was concerned it was blood), but at the same time, I found out that I have mastitis!
Last time, I had mastitis (with Jillian), I had a fever of a 105 and was in absolute misery. So, I am thankful that we have caught as soon as we have! I had a small fever today and took a nap this afternoon after our pub adventure. But I am really enjoying this time with my family (who just arrived today, Saturday) :)
I thought I would "spill my guts" because someday, when a friend of mine has their second child, and my memory has faded, I will look at this post and REMEMBER that this is super hard work! :) I am just thankful I have such a supportive husband who loves all three of his girls so much! :) And God really has been so gracious! May I never forget the miracle and gift of LIFE! :)

Brad is so excited to have 2 LITTLE GIRLS!!! :)

The American Embassy in London

Our Little American- on the train back to Cambridge