Friday, March 25, 2011

Motherhood so far.

We are three weeks and two days in.

Sleep that lasts more than an hour and a half is a luxury.

I've worn my crazy curly hair in a braid every day since coming home from the hospital.

There are two robes I rotate between so one is in the wash and the other is on me.

We only leave the house for baby-related activities.

George's fussy times are still a mystery, but we are getting better at soothing him.

Breastfeeding is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.

I am more appreciative of my own parents than ever before.

I am more in love with El Hub than ever before.

And it is taking me several hours to write this post.

Worth it.

Motherhood so far.

In the days before the big due date, I kept thinking, "I can't wait to meet this kid." Now I am realizing that I will be meeting him in bits and pieces for the rest of our lives. Some of the things that bring me the greatest joy now are actually a preview of the future - his little gas smiles, when he accidentally finds my finger and grips it with his little hand, moments like those. Someday, his smiles will be real smiles, and his cuddles will be born from affection. I am doing my best to enjoy the now, but the future looks pretty awesome too.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Nothing like becoming a mom to make you appreciate yours.

Mammaw and George.

How is my baby two and a half weeks old now? I honestly do not know how I would have gotten through this time with Rob and Mom's monumental help. Recovering from delivery has not been a picnic, and I am convinced it is the universe's joke that we have to be in so much pain as we deal with the steep learning curve of taking care of a high-maintenance newborn (Sorry George! But it's true. Man, you sure know how to dirty a diaper right after we just changed it ten minutes ago). Add to that the fact that breastfeeding is not going well (four lactation consultations, one oral motor specialist, low milk supply, herbs and prescription medications, pumping, supplementing with bottles, people who go "Just switch to formula!" OH MY LORD this kid better be getting all those immunity benefits) and I am one tired new mama.

Which makes me appreciate my own mom that much more. Rob went back to work Monday and his thoughts of going back part-time the first few days did not pan out, so I am exceedingly grateful my mom was able to be with me during the day most of this week. She has enough on her own plate with her crazy busy job and looking after my dad, but she made the time to help me out this week. My mom held George when I needed rest, gave him the bottles that made me want to break down into tears, ran errands for us, prepared wonderful food, and helped keep the laundry and other household messes from exploding. Even more than that, she has been my cheerleader and assured me I am doing my best at the times when I needed to hear it the most. Who else but a mother, right?

So thank you, Mom. At a time when I am figuring out what kind of mother I want to be, I hope I can be as supportive of George as you have been to me my whole life.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Hi George.

Hey hey baby George!

Brand new baby.

Born March 2, 2011
March 2, 2011
9:47 p.m.


Brand new belly button.


Cue the "aww" for @rshade and George.

It's been a wild eleven days. El Hub has been Super Daddy, and I am trying to get the hang of the breastfeeding thing (which involves lactation consultants, herbs, and googling "breastfeeding is hard" and "breastfeeding sucks" at 1 a.m. And 3 a.m. And 5 a.m.).

Cue a sleep-deprived rant from the mommy of an 11-day-old: I can't believe I'm writing this post. But the baby will be up soon, so no point in trying to nap when it takes me longer to fall asleep than it will take for him to wake up! Edit: Well, he actually woke up as I was typing that, so now I am back with a baby napping on my chest. Later, peeps.