The (slightly organized) thought stream of a new mother while breast-feeding a newbie.
I have no idea what day it is. I know I have a two week old and they tell me it’s August.
Breast-feeding is hard and incredibly frustrating but I’m constantly encouraged by Olivia’s enthusiasm for the boob juice. I treasure that time with her even on the days it comes every hour. Also, milk drunk babies are the cutest! Especially when you’re guaranteed a half smirk every time they’re finished. Nights are most difficult. But sometimes, they’re magical.
I’m still in pain from my rendezvous with the OR post delivery (more on that later) but looking at Olivia’s face somehow makes it go away. I think I’ve already taken over 1000 pictures.
I also think we may have a redhead on our hands.
I was back to my prepregnancy weight 10 days after delivery. That might have something to do with all of the blood loss after delivery. It may have to do with my sudden overnight hyperhidrosis.
Jerry and I slept on the couch for exactly two weeks (again, thanks to my OR visit) and I can honestly say…not that bad. My new coffee table is a Tiffany blue cradle with the best little centerpiece ever. I’m more than a little bit sure I’ve lost at least couple of days staring and my daughter’s face.
Finally being able to hug without a giant belly in the way is absolute bliss.
Poor Miss Penny Pepper, she’s stressing herself out so much. She’s even stress eating. Who knew dogs do that?
Olivia’s favorite place is naked on your naked chest. She also loves to sleep with her head all the way back and her mouth completely open.
A huge thank you goes out to mother nature for the break in heat and humidity. These cool breezy days have been the best.
Cats? What cats?
Jerry takes perfect care of his girls. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. Watching him read to her while her eyes are wide open is one of the things I hope I never forget. Our friends are amazing. They take such sweet care of us and feed us very well.
I was not as emotional about Ollie’s umbilical cord falling off as I thought I would be. Maybe it’s because it was so stinky.
We have been blessed with an amazing child. She very rarely cries at this point. Let’s hope it stays that way.