Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Two Boobs...that's what he takes me for
Damn. I thought for sure with the loss of my excess baby weight, I would lose some extra inches in my bra. I am disappointed to report that I tried on my pregnancy bra and it is the same cup size. My band size is smaller, my hips and ass are smaller but for god's sake my boobs are as enormous as ever. I stuff the extra weight into my nursing bra, hoping to conceal these bowling balls. My efforts are futile; especially when I "refill."
At least my baby will never go hungry.
At least my baby will never go hungry.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
A New Baby and a Lobotomy
No one told me just how out of it I would be post pregnancy. Many times as I'm hanging out with friends and family I find I'm not really all there; that the world around me seems to be off in the distance. Endless hours of breastfeeding, sleep deprivation has caused me to lose several IQ points.
Perhaps there is a reason for this inability to think clearly or stay focused. As a stay at home mom, I'm required to spend most my time making goofy faces and talk nonsense babble with my child. He doesn't expect anything more of me and I love it. I don't need to number crunch, plan strategically my fiscal month, or focus on job training. My brain power is spent thinking of how to entertain a tiny little person, who's entire world is a two foot mobile circle around him.
Perhaps there is a reason for this inability to think clearly or stay focused. As a stay at home mom, I'm required to spend most my time making goofy faces and talk nonsense babble with my child. He doesn't expect anything more of me and I love it. I don't need to number crunch, plan strategically my fiscal month, or focus on job training. My brain power is spent thinking of how to entertain a tiny little person, who's entire world is a two foot mobile circle around him.
Friday, January 12, 2007
...who asked you?!
I find it utterly amazing, and somewhat amusing, at how complete strangers feel the need to interject their great wisdom about child rearing. Without so much as a hello, strangers will say the most personal things. "Are you breastfeeding?" "That's the best thing, you know." "Make sure you do that as long as you can." -these comments came from different strangers at different times! I nod politely and wonder what in the hell makes them an expert on my baby and me. My mom suggested I impart some equally random wisdom. I think about it. "Make sure you're using cornstarch based baby powder. That other stuff is a carcinogen you know." "Are you exercising?" "You should be drinking half your weight, in ounces, of water a day..." Or how about something more personal? "You're leaking."
Even women who don't have children and who have never been in labor seem to be experts. "So, how was your labor?"
"It's true, you know, you forget how long and hard it is..."
"Oh, is that because you had an epidural?"
What?! Yes, my epidural caused me complete amnesia of the whole damn event. No, stupid, it's because you fall in love with your baby and you quickly realize you would do ANYTHING for your child.
I am immediately regretful if I have ever offended someone in this way. What is with us? What makes us think we're experts? What makes us think we can say whatever we want, to whomever we want? Let's just keep our mouths shut and just enjoy these beautiful little beings who are acutely aware of the love we give them.
Even women who don't have children and who have never been in labor seem to be experts. "So, how was your labor?"
"It's true, you know, you forget how long and hard it is..."
"Oh, is that because you had an epidural?"
What?! Yes, my epidural caused me complete amnesia of the whole damn event. No, stupid, it's because you fall in love with your baby and you quickly realize you would do ANYTHING for your child.
I am immediately regretful if I have ever offended someone in this way. What is with us? What makes us think we're experts? What makes us think we can say whatever we want, to whomever we want? Let's just keep our mouths shut and just enjoy these beautiful little beings who are acutely aware of the love we give them.
Monday, January 8, 2007
Pure Unconditional Love
Everyone says you don't know true love until you have a baby. Everyone said I would fall in love so quickly. I can Honestly say I'm more in love with this little baby than I ever dreamed possible. I would die for him. Gabriel and I are having fun together; we enjoy eachother's company. It turns out he'll laugh at all my jokes, provided I tickle his cheek at the punchline. He started his smiling a couple of weeks ago but really it has been in the last several days that it seems someone really turned the light on upstairs. He gets so excited when he hears my voice...big smile, a coo, feet kicking in pure joy. And screw all the professional books that say what he 'should' be doing this week. I was finding myself disappointed to read he should be doing xyz at whatever age, only to discover he'll do it in his own damn time.
I am still trying to find the patience to record his laughter in his sleep. If I posed myself with the camera ready, it might take days before I get a sound recording. It is so spontaneous. By the time I hit record, the laughter has already finished. For now, I am quite content in just listening and being pleasantly surprised when he lets out that loud belly laugh in his sleep.
I am still trying to find the patience to record his laughter in his sleep. If I posed myself with the camera ready, it might take days before I get a sound recording. It is so spontaneous. By the time I hit record, the laughter has already finished. For now, I am quite content in just listening and being pleasantly surprised when he lets out that loud belly laugh in his sleep.
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