I decided yesterday to post another picture of Jillian. Please excuse the quality. It’s from my phone, through the roof of her isolette, and I’m pretty sure it was taken by a bleary-eyed dad in the middle of the night.
This group of pictures is probably my favorite. There’s one picture that I thought about sharing instead where Jillian has her arm sticking straight out along her face. I think she was probably stretching, but all I can think of when I look at it is that someone confused her bili light for a spotlight and is either rocking out or thinks she’s an opera star. I laugh every time I look at it, which says a lot these days. I think I’ll share it here someday, but right now I like having it as “all mine” (and Dave’s, of course). I love this picture, too.
Who am I kidding? I love all of her pictures and everything about her.
I doubt this would cross anyone’s mind (except maybe other NICU parents), but in case anyone is wondering what on earth we were doing taking a cell phone into the NICU, it was an airplane mode. I just don’t anyone to think we were doing anything stupid.