It occurred to me this morning that many good things come in fives — five fingers, five toes, five senses, counting in fives. You know what else comes in five now? The Powells family, which welcomed Elliott, its fifth (and final) member yesterday.
Elliott Jeremiah Powells arrived at 4:58 p.m. yesterday, weighing in at an even four pounds and measuring in at about 16 inches.
(And generally, this would have been the only place you could see pictures of newborn Elliott, but Trinity completely beat me to that punch. But it makes sense since he had all the pictures yesterday, and I was simply numb most of the night, literally.)
As for how everyone is doing, I may be going home as soon as tomorrow. I actually got to eat today, whereas during previous hospital stays, it took up to 48 hours for me to get actual food. Elliott is another story though — because he is only four pounds (which, to me, is not that small, considering Chris went home right away at just 5 ounces heavier) — he’ll be staying in the NICU for maybe another week. We doubt it will be longer than that, though, since in most respects, he’s doing fine — he’s eating well, sucking well, even latched on for a while today. It drives me a little nuts that I can’t have him with me, because I feel that having him close to me would help him get bigger faster.
Anyway, it is what it is. Enjoy these pics of my new little cutie.