It was quite an effort, but Amy and I (and Dahlia) managed to get our shit together and truck it up to Portland for Christmas. Now all we need to do is get all of our Christmas shopping done in the middle of a blizzard while trying to take care of a 3-week old baby.
Dahlia took her first ride in a taxi cab to SFO early Wednesday morning, and we arrived in PDX during a break in a week-long snow storm. Too bad we flew a Horizon puddle jumper and had to carry DD across the freezing tarmac in 30 mph winds, but everything turned out fine.
Poppa Joe and Grandma Gloria picked us up at the airport, and we stayed with them for a few days, warm and cozy with fantastic home-cooked meals to keep up our strength. Yesterday, we made the trip over to Beaverton and are with Nana Emily now, waiting for "Fun" Aunt Molly and "Kickass" Uncle Brennan to arrive on Monday.
Dahlia hadn't been gaining as much weight as she should, so we were a little concerned about leaving home for two weeks so early, but we found a nice clinic in Portland that let us weigh her on Friday, and she seems to have gained six ounces in three days, which is a big jump (newborns are supposed to gain 0.5-1 ounce a day). We're relieved, but are going to check her again next Friday to make sure she's still gaining. She was up past her birth weight at 9 lbs. 10 oz. yesterday, and we're hoping she'll be past 10 lbs. next week.
We didn't bring a laptop with us, so I'm freestyling, and don't have any pictures to upload right now, but I've been writing a bit in longhand and will post more snippets and pictures soon. Stay tuned to learn how Burning Man prepared me for taking care of a newborn. (I'm sure you're on the edge of your seat ...)
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