On January 14, 2017, we welcomed our 3rd child, second daughter, into the world. It was a gorgeous day here in San Diego. The sky was a perfect blue and there wasn't a cloud to be seen. Shiloh came weighing 8 lbs 6 oz and 20.5 in' long, our biggest baby yet. She was born mid-day, at 1:11 p.m. I burst into tears the second the nurse laid her on me. I couldn't stop crying and was so emotional. I had been so anxious to meet her for so, so long and there she was... finally! snuggled up on my chest and staring up at me, her mother. I felt so relieved to be meeting her, holding her and taking her all in. Daron and I spent the day analyzing every inch of her and feeling so grateful that we had another healthy baby girl.
I first noticed her dark hair and almond eyes. I immediately recognized her look and couldn't stop gushing over her resemblance to her older brother. Her cheeks and lips were (and still are) irresistible. I must have kissed them 1,000 times while in the hospital. She currently is 6 weeks old now and I can't wait to catch up on documenting her life. It's been hard and chaotic and perfect all at the same time. I can't stop asking her how she is so perfect. It's hard to describe how my heart has felt since she was born but it's something I've never felt before. Basically, I think it may explode.
More on that later...
Welcome to the fam, Shiloh!
