I've never considered myself a religious person, I've always held a belief in God and Heaven but never practiced Christianity. Not until I spent a few years (and $$) in college studying Christianity & other world religions. You see, my parents had religion and practice forced on them and they felt that wasn't fair so together they decided to let us kids pick our own beliefs. Thankfully because I was mostly exposed to Catholicism and that was not the denomination for me, too cult-y, too many rules. I believe I have my own personal relationship with God and that's good enough. I don't feel like I NEED to attend a church in order to pray or to have that relationship. But that relationship has been growing stronger the past few years. Before we got married in a Lutheran Church that Hubby was a member of, it was important to me to be baptized, we held the same beliefs and I wanted to make sure we shared those with our future children. So, I was baptized into the Lutheran faith two weeks before our wedding. Most importantly, we're both Christians and we want to share in that together and with our children. A little over one year ago, my paternal grandfather passed away. Not necessarily by surprise, he had been on dialysis and having some deteriorating health issues, but no death is expected and certainly not welcome. Anyhow, I was particularly close to him, my parents and I lived with him for 9 years (well, 4 for me until I moved to college), he was there to help me get ready for two proms, he helped my dad critique and approve my then boyfriend (now hubby :), he was there for my graduation and wedding. But getting back before this topic takes days for you to read about... When he did pass away, I felt this incredible calling at his funeral. My faith and relationship with God grew immensely and I felt that He was telling me it was time to add to our family now that Grandpa was gone. Also, I felt that He was telling me not to take people or time for granted, don't wait to be "ready" just do, just live, and love it. Two months later, Hubby & I conceived Bean, kind of a surprise but I felt it was an incredible gift from Him and my new guardian angel. From then on, I made sure to thank God for my daily blessings and health, and for those people I had in my life and for the new life I was bringing into the world. I'm discussing this rather personal and spiritual topic because it has since given me so much strength learning how to be a mommy to my little Bean. Now on to the good stuff...
At five weeks three days old, I lost it on poor Bean. I was a hot mess. We had gone for over five weeks learning to know each other, learning our rhythm with breastfeeding, dealing with reflux and doing all of this on VERY LITTLE sleep. If you didn't know, breastfed babies generally eat more often than formula fed babies, on average about every two hours compared to every four hours, respectfully. This only allows for about one hour of actual sleep... Don't get me wrong, I knew it was going to be a challenge to nurse and I felt I was prepared to put aside my own comforts to provide Bean with the best nutrition and care possible but I was not good at dealing with the lack of sleep. I had had the baby blues hard core the first two weeks, which they tell me is normal and to be expected. I cried about everything... From the flowers my in-laws sent us at the hospital to my extreme thankfulness of Bean making things so easy for us being such a good nurser. (I mean, she's never had an issue latching and never had nipple confusion. I mean, a true blessing. But that didn't make it hurt any less that first week...) But the tears kept going and going but it was getting to be negative tears... Bean was starting to cluster feed and would want to nurse ALL day. My supply couldn't keep up! She would be on the boob trying to eat but nothing would come so she would just cry! It was heartbreaking! All the professionals said to keep switching back and forth, that my body is always producing and she will always get milk, it just might not be as fast in the large volume that she wants. I felt like I was failing as a mother, that my supply would never keep up. So mix these extended blues with milk frustration and sleep deprivation... I broke. I cried for hours this one morning, holding Bean to my chest trying desperately to will my milk to come out for her, she's crying, I'm texting L and HB who are trying so hard to make me feel better (and thank God for them because they give great advice and support when I need it most). Finally it was 12:00 and I looked up and prayed. "What are you trying to teach me?! Why won't you let me provide for my baby, why can't you help us get some rest. Please, I need help and I need it now." Not 5 minutes later, Hubby calls me and tells me that he felt I needed his help and he was coming home from work early. He heard me. He answered my prayer and it was instantly! When Hubby got home, he gave me a glass of water and sent me to bed, made Bean a formula bottle :-/ and both she and I slept for a much needed 4 hours! (So much for getting home early... Hubby was left to do nothing but watch us sleep! Ha!)
Later that day, a mysterious meal was delivered to my house (after our epic nap!) that I later found out L had sent to our house all the way from Louisiana! I cried again but these were happy, thankful tears. It's because of her I realized my ups and downs were kind of comical, worth sharing because so many of us go through it but its the stuff we don't talk about. Being a mom is tough! But if you just have a little faith - in yourself, in your spouse, in your baby, and in The Lord, you will make it through the hard days and you will live to see that beautiful smiling babe, you will live to see that first full night of sleep (when you least expect it! And I warn not to expect it!), and you will live to see that diaper explode with mushy wet mustard poop ooze out the side of that diaper that you were concerned was too tight only to discover it was in fact too loose. Yup... I did :)
I was nervous for my six week postpartum appointment with my midwife, I was worried I had more than the blues, that I'd had PPD. There was no way I wanted to waste time going to a therapist or to take pharmaceuticals that I have no clue how my milk would be affected... But, to my surprise and delight, she said my crying was normal, my waves of ups & downs was normal, & during my exam, she called my vajayjay "beautiful." (They aren't beautiful... I don't care who you are... Men do not use "beautiful" to describe it... Neither do women. Gross.) But I'll take it. It went through a lot! It was broken after giving me the most wonderful gift & now it was healed. Yea, I guess in a way it is beautiful. Just not visually...
I have faith. Now more than ever. So, thank you, Lord for my blessings - my family and friends, Hubby, Bean, and all their health and wellness. I hope you're there when everyone else needs you too, just like you have been for me.
ClumsyMumsy
Monday, April 29, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
With a Moo!Moo! here, and a Moo!Moo! there...
Today's topic is breastfeeding. So, I warn you, if you do not want to hear me bitch about my boobs, leave. Now. We're gonna get personal...
When I got pregnant, I knew that I would breastfeed, no questions asked. It's the best for baby for a number of health related reasons, it promotes bonding, it helps me lose the weight (and allows for an extra 300-500 calories a day! Give me that Snickers! -HB), and its fast, free & convenient. Well...
Lets start at the beginning. Once I managed to push a grapefruit sized noggin out of my walnut sized precious gem (ahem...) Bean and I shared our skin to skin bonding and she naturally rooted for my breast to start feeding. I was blessed with a naturally good latcher & nurser in general. So, how could I be so selfish as to deny her that natural instinct? ...I considered denying that instinct after about six hours and three feelings later. Wholly cannoli! My nipples were so raw they were a contender with sushi! Betcha've never seen your nipples bleed, scab, crack, or blister. I have! (Seen my nipples do all the above that is, not yours, I haven't seen your nipples. Unless you're HB or L. They're my very close fellow military spouses/mommys/breast feeders/baby wearers, etc) And of course while I'm in the hospital they give you this BEAUTIFUL gown (ten sizes too big with these *convenient* slices for my boobs to pop out of) to wear. Well, this oversized gown is now rubbing my already raw nips down to a shred. It's so bad that I'm leaving the door to my room closed, curtain drawn just so I can be topless. If a female medical personnel walks in, I don't even bother covering the girls up, it hurts too bad. And I figure, they're plenty used to boobs by now! "How am I going to do this for 6-12 months?! Is there any relief or something I can do to make them feel better??? I mean, I'm trying not to be selfish here, put aside my discomfort for my daughter's sake... "Let them air dry" they say... "Rub your own milk on them" they say... Something tells me *they* didn't breastfeed... Finally a very nice nursery nurse tells me to ask for Lanolin cream, that will help... It did, kinda... (It's a lifesaver now however) It also makes previously mentioned gown and sheets STICK to my raw nips... So, try to rest they say... Well, I'm laying in bed with a broken vagina (more on that later I'm sure...), nurses coming in hourly to check on me and Bean - but we each have a different nurse and tech for vitals, so that means someone is in our room every 15-30 mins and when I do try to rest, I'm too damn cold because I can't cover my poor boobies which are covered in goop in an attempt to make them feel better... Ah well, moving on... After a few days, I was literally screeching *every* time Bean latched. I kid you not, she would jump because I would yelp so loud. Tears would stream down my face because of the pain... I'm not trying to scare anyone off from breastfeeding, but honestly, NO ONE told me how much it hurt. Everyone told me what it was like two weeks later when their nipples hardened, their milk had come in, and baby had established a good latch... This was the part that was all rainbows and butterflies... I'm telling you how it is. It's sucks. Hardcore. That is until your milk comes in and, for lack of a better explanation, there is more lubrication to help. This is when it helps to rub your milk on your nips and then let them air dry. You see, breast milk has this MAGICAL ability to heal (cracked nips, diaper rash, etc). Anyhow, I also give this advice... Try not to cry out loud when baby latches... It scares them, they unlatch, and then it all starts over... Evil cycle... Suck it up, mama, you can do it. It took me about two weeks to stop crying, cringing, and all around dread nursing, the it was all the great things my friends had mentioned. Keep it up, you're stronger than you think. And if all else fails, pray. He's listening. (More on that later)
Let me also discuss how awesome it is for a normally B cup woman to turn into a D cup... Wow! When my milk came in, VAVOOM! "Porn star boobies!" -L. "Ow! DO NOT touch! For visual observation only, Hubby!" You see, when you first start breastfeeding, your body guesses how much milk baby will need, it takes a few weeks for it to regulate, so youre more than likely overproducing. But when they're really full and engorged, they look awesome! Huge and perky! And painful... But then the cluster feelings start... And now your previously rockstar ta-tas look like deflated balloons with pudding inside. Blegh, how ugly. Wow, have you noticed how long this is getting?! Yikes! Hope you brought a snack... So moving on the the true topic I had intended for this entry... milk supply & pumping.
It's hard not to compare yourself to a farm animal when your previously considered "fun bags" are now leaking milk at the smallest peep from baby, but throw in <> yourself with a
pump and you can hear "Mooooo!" coming from deep down in your evil low self esteem conscious. You see, since I'm all for exclusively breastfeeding, I'm anti-formula (more on that later) therefore, in order to get any naps, showers, help in general... Hubby needs to have a bottle of milk to give to Bean. Well that requires an additional ten minutes of lactation from my already overworked ta-tas... Ten precious minutes. And precious milk... Breast milk is treated like gold. (Right HB?) As previously mentioned, up until a week ago, I didn't get much "me" time so of course there's a very slim chance of pumping. Not to mention, Bean was nursing every hour... If you're not a breastfeeder or haven't started yet, time between nursing sessions is measured from one latch to the next... For example, latch at 1:00, nurse ten minutes each side, start, over at 2:00. That leaves 40 minutes in between couch potato time. In those minutes there is also a diaper change and hopefully a stop in the kitchen to grab a glass of water and *maybe* a snack... No time to pump. Plus, there won't be any milk left for Bean to start nursing again. Needless to say, I have not been able to stock up on breast milk. So today, I decided to try an organic herbal tea to increase my milk supply. I have some more time between feedings now, I'm hoping to build a supply for bottles... Mothers Milk Tea... Sounds gross but, it'll be worth it if I can have milk in the freezer for Hubby to give Bean so that I can oh, I don't know, eat, sleep, poop, and shower all in the same day. I hear a few extra "Moo!"s coming along...
Bottoms up!
ClumsyMumsy
PS Anything that says "more on that later," is likely to have a post only on that topic coming from an experience during my first six weeks as a mommy. These are likely to be the funniest of stories. It was after my worst day ever that L gave me the idea to write a book about my bipolar self & experiences. I mean, when you're to the point of crying so hard you laugh, and laughing so hard you cry... You might as well share.
When I got pregnant, I knew that I would breastfeed, no questions asked. It's the best for baby for a number of health related reasons, it promotes bonding, it helps me lose the weight (and allows for an extra 300-500 calories a day! Give me that Snickers! -HB), and its fast, free & convenient. Well...
Lets start at the beginning. Once I managed to push a grapefruit sized noggin out of my walnut sized precious gem (ahem...) Bean and I shared our skin to skin bonding and she naturally rooted for my breast to start feeding. I was blessed with a naturally good latcher & nurser in general. So, how could I be so selfish as to deny her that natural instinct? ...I considered denying that instinct after about six hours and three feelings later. Wholly cannoli! My nipples were so raw they were a contender with sushi! Betcha've never seen your nipples bleed, scab, crack, or blister. I have! (Seen my nipples do all the above that is, not yours, I haven't seen your nipples. Unless you're HB or L. They're my very close fellow military spouses/mommys/breast feeders/baby wearers, etc) And of course while I'm in the hospital they give you this BEAUTIFUL gown (ten sizes too big with these *convenient* slices for my boobs to pop out of) to wear. Well, this oversized gown is now rubbing my already raw nips down to a shred. It's so bad that I'm leaving the door to my room closed, curtain drawn just so I can be topless. If a female medical personnel walks in, I don't even bother covering the girls up, it hurts too bad. And I figure, they're plenty used to boobs by now! "How am I going to do this for 6-12 months?! Is there any relief or something I can do to make them feel better??? I mean, I'm trying not to be selfish here, put aside my discomfort for my daughter's sake... "Let them air dry" they say... "Rub your own milk on them" they say... Something tells me *they* didn't breastfeed... Finally a very nice nursery nurse tells me to ask for Lanolin cream, that will help... It did, kinda... (It's a lifesaver now however) It also makes previously mentioned gown and sheets STICK to my raw nips... So, try to rest they say... Well, I'm laying in bed with a broken vagina (more on that later I'm sure...), nurses coming in hourly to check on me and Bean - but we each have a different nurse and tech for vitals, so that means someone is in our room every 15-30 mins and when I do try to rest, I'm too damn cold because I can't cover my poor boobies which are covered in goop in an attempt to make them feel better... Ah well, moving on... After a few days, I was literally screeching *every* time Bean latched. I kid you not, she would jump because I would yelp so loud. Tears would stream down my face because of the pain... I'm not trying to scare anyone off from breastfeeding, but honestly, NO ONE told me how much it hurt. Everyone told me what it was like two weeks later when their nipples hardened, their milk had come in, and baby had established a good latch... This was the part that was all rainbows and butterflies... I'm telling you how it is. It's sucks. Hardcore. That is until your milk comes in and, for lack of a better explanation, there is more lubrication to help. This is when it helps to rub your milk on your nips and then let them air dry. You see, breast milk has this MAGICAL ability to heal (cracked nips, diaper rash, etc). Anyhow, I also give this advice... Try not to cry out loud when baby latches... It scares them, they unlatch, and then it all starts over... Evil cycle... Suck it up, mama, you can do it. It took me about two weeks to stop crying, cringing, and all around dread nursing, the it was all the great things my friends had mentioned. Keep it up, you're stronger than you think. And if all else fails, pray. He's listening. (More on that later)
Let me also discuss how awesome it is for a normally B cup woman to turn into a D cup... Wow! When my milk came in, VAVOOM! "Porn star boobies!" -L. "Ow! DO NOT touch! For visual observation only, Hubby!" You see, when you first start breastfeeding, your body guesses how much milk baby will need, it takes a few weeks for it to regulate, so youre more than likely overproducing. But when they're really full and engorged, they look awesome! Huge and perky! And painful... But then the cluster feelings start... And now your previously rockstar ta-tas look like deflated balloons with pudding inside. Blegh, how ugly. Wow, have you noticed how long this is getting?! Yikes! Hope you brought a snack... So moving on the the true topic I had intended for this entry... milk supply & pumping.
It's hard not to compare yourself to a farm animal when your previously considered "fun bags" are now leaking milk at the smallest peep from baby, but throw in <
pump and you can hear "Mooooo!" coming from deep down in your evil low self esteem conscious. You see, since I'm all for exclusively breastfeeding, I'm anti-formula (more on that later) therefore, in order to get any naps, showers, help in general... Hubby needs to have a bottle of milk to give to Bean. Well that requires an additional ten minutes of lactation from my already overworked ta-tas... Ten precious minutes. And precious milk... Breast milk is treated like gold. (Right HB?) As previously mentioned, up until a week ago, I didn't get much "me" time so of course there's a very slim chance of pumping. Not to mention, Bean was nursing every hour... If you're not a breastfeeder or haven't started yet, time between nursing sessions is measured from one latch to the next... For example, latch at 1:00, nurse ten minutes each side, start, over at 2:00. That leaves 40 minutes in between couch potato time. In those minutes there is also a diaper change and hopefully a stop in the kitchen to grab a glass of water and *maybe* a snack... No time to pump. Plus, there won't be any milk left for Bean to start nursing again. Needless to say, I have not been able to stock up on breast milk. So today, I decided to try an organic herbal tea to increase my milk supply. I have some more time between feedings now, I'm hoping to build a supply for bottles... Mothers Milk Tea... Sounds gross but, it'll be worth it if I can have milk in the freezer for Hubby to give Bean so that I can oh, I don't know, eat, sleep, poop, and shower all in the same day. I hear a few extra "Moo!"s coming along...
Bottoms up!
ClumsyMumsy
PS Anything that says "more on that later," is likely to have a post only on that topic coming from an experience during my first six weeks as a mommy. These are likely to be the funniest of stories. It was after my worst day ever that L gave me the idea to write a book about my bipolar self & experiences. I mean, when you're to the point of crying so hard you laugh, and laughing so hard you cry... You might as well share.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Shots, Shots! ...Not tequila
Bean had her two month well baby appointment today which included her first round of vaccines. I was dreading it all week! I don't have any issues with vaccines, I feel that they are important, it just sucks that they have to be given subcutaneously to such young, innocent children who don't understand why they're hurting. But, I'm happy to report that while I felt terrible seeing my hungry, sleepy baby girl rudely awaken only to be stabbed three times without warning, turn bright red due to her most saddening cry I've ever heard, I did not cry. I also didn't watch the sticks. Instead, I held her head in my hands, caressing her hair as she laid on the exam table and sang "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" in her ear in my best attempt to comfort her (since those buttholes wouldn't let me nurse her during, I couldn't even hold her! Jerks...)
Thankfully the rest of the appointment went well. So let me back up... Our mornings generally go like this - wake up around 7, nurse & play, nap for about an hour 8-9, get dressed, nurse play, nap 11-1. It's not clockwork but that's about our morning. Today she was awake at 5, 6, 7, 8:00 we were finally ready to be up. This was fun because Bean was in a super good mood and she played with her new kick and play gym I just ordered for her (more on that and my shopping spree for toys later) while I had my coffee & breakfast. She was ready to nurse and I assumed nap due to her pink little eyelids so I figured she'd want a nap. Needless to say she had a hard time going down... Her preferred place to nap is her swing. (What baby doesn't love it?!) Well when I put her in there she continued to smile and babble at me - so freakin cute! But this was getting inconvenient as I still needed to get ready for our appointment (I'm a first time mom, I'm lucky to ever get dressed during the week... If I get alone time during a nap, the question is always Eat, Sleep, Poop, or Shower? Seriously, this is important as I don't get much of this alone time.) Anyhow, as I babble at Bean while I get dressed, attempt to tame my crazy "mom hair" and brush my teeth, she fusses on and off in the swing & I begin to worry that she's going to have a fussy day even before the doctor... Uh oh. Then, 15 minutes before we're to leave, she clonks out. Hard. Crap... It's never a good idea to wake a sleeping baby, especially if said baby is overtired. Anyways, press on, Mommy! I successfully get her into the carseat without much disturbance to her precious slumber. Fast forward to checking in... "Sorry ma'am, I don't have any appointments for you." YOU WHAT?! You have got to be kidding me! For those of you who know me, you know how irritated I get by incontinent (let's just call it what it is, stupid!) people... I was about to blow my top. So I lug Bean, complete with infant car seat & giant diaper bag (seriously, why I don't grab the stroller I can't figure out cause it is difficult to lug that seat around! And not to mention how HB puts it, I don't want to give my baby a concussion. The darn thing hits my leg with every step I take!) back out to my car. And have I mentioned, I live in Minot, ND where spring is on strike & we're trying not to be Canada (HB...) It's cold out. I hate dragging Bean into the cold. Anyways, reach the car, strap back in, try to call Hubby since he's supposed to meet us then call the appointment line, quite irritated. "Huh, I have you down for an appointment in 2 minutes." "Yeah well your secretary sucks and I'm crabby!" That's what I wanted to say but instead I explained politely what happened on my end and it turned out there are two computer systems which weren't communicating - way to go military, you make things SO over complicated when you try to simplify... Either way, finally got in. In the mean time, Bean is sleeping like a champ! Especially considering its been two and a half hours since she last nursed, and well, we hardly ever get two hours between each feeding like "they" suggest.
Moving on... If anyone has any more time to waste on my lovely story... As the nurse escorts me back, I must look a mess because she gives me this "You look tired..." face and then offers to carry our diaper bag... We undress Bean and she has her measurements taken, doc comes in, does an exam and we ask our questions, etc. It wasn't until the last five mins with the doc did Bean start to fuss, and let me mention at least three hours since she last nursed. (SUCH a trooper! I'm so proud of her!) She falls back to sleep as I'm comforting her and talking to the doc and then we head to immunizations, which you already read about. Either way, I'm so proud of the both of us. She's been sleepy since, hence the precious time I've been given to write my novel. Next time, I say lets have tequila shots instead of vaccines. Way more fun! (None for Bean though, she has another 20 years, 10 months before she can have tequila.)
2 month stats:
Weight 10 lbs 6 oz (40 %ile)
Length 21 1/2" (10 %ile)
Noggin 15 1/2" (60 %ile)
ClumsyMumsy
Thankfully the rest of the appointment went well. So let me back up... Our mornings generally go like this - wake up around 7, nurse & play, nap for about an hour 8-9, get dressed, nurse play, nap 11-1. It's not clockwork but that's about our morning. Today she was awake at 5, 6, 7, 8:00 we were finally ready to be up. This was fun because Bean was in a super good mood and she played with her new kick and play gym I just ordered for her (more on that and my shopping spree for toys later) while I had my coffee & breakfast. She was ready to nurse and I assumed nap due to her pink little eyelids so I figured she'd want a nap. Needless to say she had a hard time going down... Her preferred place to nap is her swing. (What baby doesn't love it?!) Well when I put her in there she continued to smile and babble at me - so freakin cute! But this was getting inconvenient as I still needed to get ready for our appointment (I'm a first time mom, I'm lucky to ever get dressed during the week... If I get alone time during a nap, the question is always Eat, Sleep, Poop, or Shower? Seriously, this is important as I don't get much of this alone time.) Anyhow, as I babble at Bean while I get dressed, attempt to tame my crazy "mom hair" and brush my teeth, she fusses on and off in the swing & I begin to worry that she's going to have a fussy day even before the doctor... Uh oh. Then, 15 minutes before we're to leave, she clonks out. Hard. Crap... It's never a good idea to wake a sleeping baby, especially if said baby is overtired. Anyways, press on, Mommy! I successfully get her into the carseat without much disturbance to her precious slumber. Fast forward to checking in... "Sorry ma'am, I don't have any appointments for you." YOU WHAT?! You have got to be kidding me! For those of you who know me, you know how irritated I get by incontinent (let's just call it what it is, stupid!) people... I was about to blow my top. So I lug Bean, complete with infant car seat & giant diaper bag (seriously, why I don't grab the stroller I can't figure out cause it is difficult to lug that seat around! And not to mention how HB puts it, I don't want to give my baby a concussion. The darn thing hits my leg with every step I take!) back out to my car. And have I mentioned, I live in Minot, ND where spring is on strike & we're trying not to be Canada (HB...) It's cold out. I hate dragging Bean into the cold. Anyways, reach the car, strap back in, try to call Hubby since he's supposed to meet us then call the appointment line, quite irritated. "Huh, I have you down for an appointment in 2 minutes." "Yeah well your secretary sucks and I'm crabby!" That's what I wanted to say but instead I explained politely what happened on my end and it turned out there are two computer systems which weren't communicating - way to go military, you make things SO over complicated when you try to simplify... Either way, finally got in. In the mean time, Bean is sleeping like a champ! Especially considering its been two and a half hours since she last nursed, and well, we hardly ever get two hours between each feeding like "they" suggest.
Moving on... If anyone has any more time to waste on my lovely story... As the nurse escorts me back, I must look a mess because she gives me this "You look tired..." face and then offers to carry our diaper bag... We undress Bean and she has her measurements taken, doc comes in, does an exam and we ask our questions, etc. It wasn't until the last five mins with the doc did Bean start to fuss, and let me mention at least three hours since she last nursed. (SUCH a trooper! I'm so proud of her!) She falls back to sleep as I'm comforting her and talking to the doc and then we head to immunizations, which you already read about. Either way, I'm so proud of the both of us. She's been sleepy since, hence the precious time I've been given to write my novel. Next time, I say lets have tequila shots instead of vaccines. Way more fun! (None for Bean though, she has another 20 years, 10 months before she can have tequila.)
2 month stats:
Weight 10 lbs 6 oz (40 %ile)
Length 21 1/2" (10 %ile)
Noggin 15 1/2" (60 %ile)
ClumsyMumsy
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
What a whirlwind
The past year of my life has been so wild and crazy, full of new experiences... Two moves, a new car, a new house, a new baby... And that's the short list! So, I've decided to stop using my Facebook page as my journal to life and to create a blog instead. I don't know that many people would care to read it, but you never know... Reading about my experiences could make you feel less crazy or ridiculous about your own. I know I've read many a blogs by fellow wives and mothers that have made me feel much better. And not to mention, talking to my friends who are going through or have already been through what I'm currently go through (wow, what a mouth full... Is this becoming a run-on sentence?!) helps me more than words can express. Some days, they're my only saving grace; sorry, Hubby, you're no help... You get to sleep for at least 8 hours a night, consecutively... Some days just seeing you makes me pissy. It's not your fault, I don't mean to resent you, but after only 6 hours of *interrupted* sleep, I'm kinda like a bear who's been trying to catch a fish but keeps missing so I'm hungry and its been going on for six weeks. Well, now that I think of it, that is kinda how my first six weeks of motherhood went...
Anyways, I intend to write about anything and everything. (Partly because I'd like to help people, partly because sometimes a girl just needs to vent!) Topics to come but not limited to, pregnancy, labor, physical pains, frustrations, the Hubby, and so many gushy stories about my beautifully perfect blessing of a daughter. ...It's my blog, I'm allowed.
Shorthands & people to remember:
"My one friend, L" - She's kinda my rock and I love her. Kinda lives like a hippy ;)
"HB" - A besty who keeps me sane and I love her. So damn crafty it pisses me off
"Hubby" - self explanatory
"Bean" - my beautifully perfect baby girl and I love her, a lot. Like more than I do L & HB...
Stay tuned!
ClumsyMumsy
Anyways, I intend to write about anything and everything. (Partly because I'd like to help people, partly because sometimes a girl just needs to vent!) Topics to come but not limited to, pregnancy, labor, physical pains, frustrations, the Hubby, and so many gushy stories about my beautifully perfect blessing of a daughter. ...It's my blog, I'm allowed.
Shorthands & people to remember:
"My one friend, L" - She's kinda my rock and I love her. Kinda lives like a hippy ;)
"HB" - A besty who keeps me sane and I love her. So damn crafty it pisses me off
"Hubby" - self explanatory
"Bean" - my beautifully perfect baby girl and I love her, a lot. Like more than I do L & HB...
Stay tuned!
ClumsyMumsy
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