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Little Miss Mira Mugford

SHE'S HERE!!

Mira James Mugford was born on Friday, May 31st 2013 at 11:17am.

Weight: 8lbs 3oz        Length: 20.5 inches

I will have to post her birth story soon, but for now I hope you'll enjoy the pictures :)
Mira has had a bit of a challenging first few days of life with high bilirubin levels and has been under the UV lights almost constantly. But she is such a good baby and we are in love!

39 weeks and 1 day--on our way to the hospital!

Happy Birthday Mira! Just a few minutes out of surgery.

Sleeping so peacefully

Getting to know Daddy while we burp!

All ready to be discharged from the hospital!

And, back in the hospital just 24 hours after discharge with high bilirubin levels...working on our tan now!

It has been a crazy 4 days with little sleep and lots of doc visits, but I can't wait to sit down and write everything out. Hope these hold you over until then :)

Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 4, 2013 at 9:19 PM

    Oh Kaila, she is so beautiful! Welcome to the world Miss Mira <3<3 I'm so happy for you all and love the pics :-) hope things start to settle down mad you can settle into routine at home.

    KateM

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  2. Kaila MugfordJune 11, 2013 at 11:18 AM

    Thank you so much! We are so in love with her :) Things are finally starting to relax!

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