Introductions

     By the time I get the baby home Jimi, Micah and my mom are all waiting and excited.  Micah must have been watching from the window because he ran out to greet us.  One look and he was hooked too.  Jimi, Micah, my mom, and I pass the baby around for a while then we eat dinner and my mom goes home.  I am not 100% sure but I think she was also hooked.  After she leaves I give the baby a bath and I cry when I see her undressed.  The protective urge fills me and I have a new hatred for her mother.  I give her a bath, lotion her up, put her in some new pajamas and give her more food.  I watch her sleep and I still cant believe how small she is.  At 8 weeks old she weighs less than our son did at birth and she is still in a size new born diaper and clothes.  I wake her up every four hours to eat.  She never cries yet she looks so sad.  Her eyes are sunken in and I can see every one of her ribs.  The next day we take her to the doctor for a weight check and bring her back to our house.  The next week she goes to her first visit with her bio mom.