Too tired to really write, but my dad and Krissy sent me an awesome hat for my birthday from a company called "Bitchy Bling." So, here's me in the hat and, of course, Littleman had to have a go at the hat. Also, some photos from Aunt Jen's 40th birthday party this past weekend.
So many mom friends told me that when you have you have #2 you simply do not have time to keep up with all the baby books and photo albums. Naturally, I took that with a grain of salt because I keep a multitude of journals at any given time. Alas, I have to admit they are right. They were and are absolutely right. I can barely find the time to shower or make the bed or return emails, let alone keep up journals, baby books, and photo albums. So far, I haven't even touched a photo album. I HAVE made a few notes in the fancy baby book and on Monday I was actually able to write three or four entire pages in LittleGuy's journal recounting his birth and his first days in our world. I haven't even touched Littleman's or my own journal. They sit on my desk, sending me vibes of sadness and neglect, their pages longing for the stories and emotions that have been surging through our family these last few weeks.
I am pretty confident the stories will get written...it might take me a year to document just a couple of things, but so be it. Something is better than nothing. AND, they'll always have the blog to look back at...if I ever get around to printing out the last couple of months.
Otherwise, things are well. Papabear is enjoying his new job - today was his first 12 hour shift - ten to ten. It's ten now, so he isn't home yet. I talked to him earlier and even though it's exhausting, he loves it. And even though Littleman had school for five hours, I'm exhausted, too. Bedtime is tough when there's a screaming infant and a young person who has grown used to mama's undivided attention. It breaks my heart when Littleman sighs and says, "Just take that crying baby out of my room." I'm working on getting the baby down before Littleman....we'll see. It's a little hard to peg down a routine just yet.
In the meantime, I am in love with our little baby. Even though I am holding him most of the day, the most wonderful time, is around 7am, after I nurse him and I lay him down beside me in our bed. There is something so sacred and intimate about his warm little body, safe and snug between his mommy and daddy in the early morning. (Sometimes it's more like 5am - I am really not letting him sleep in bed with us, so I try to wait until the sun comes up and he's more awake - it's more of a snuggle time). He smells like heaven and when Littleman crawls in with us before we start the day I feel completely whole and content. My family, healthy, happy, warm and cozy, all together in the safest place I know...now...if only we had a bigger bed we could stay there all day....speaking of bed, I need to get some shut eye!
Took some cute photos today and last night. Some might look exactly the same to you...but alas, I am a smitten new mama. Enjoy.
Brotherly love.
Littleman reverts to his baby days...
LittleGuy really does like to hold his head up.
Very serious...
Just adorable...
Almost a smile..
Mr. Curious
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I really don't have time to write this. I FINALLY got both boys down for the night (with Papabear's help) and I have so many tidying-up-type things to do. However, I don't want to forget this funny moment me and the boys had at the mall this rainy afternoon while daddy was at his new job.
Littleman is playing in the mall "play area." I am sitting on a bench just outside the super crowded area because I need to nurse little brother and there was an unusual amount of daddies present. I can see the entire play area, though. and Littleman frequently runs up to me to check in. LittleGuy has latched on nicely, his big brother is playing, and I am kind of comfortable, so I start to relax. All of a sudden, Littleman runs up to me, climbs on the bench, and peers down my "hooter hider." He asks, "what are you doing?"
"You know I am feeding your brother." Then, on the top of his four year old lungs, Littleman announces to all within hundreds of feet, "MY MOMMY IS FEEDING MY BROTHER WITH HER BOOBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*sigh*
for now. As many of you already know, every day with a wee tiny one is a completely new adventure. You just don't know what kind of day you are going to have. Today Littleman was at school. LittleGuy was dragged to the doctor so I could have my infected incision checked out (not serious, anitbiotics should have it cleared up in a few days. It's mostly just uncomfortable and totally gross). THEN, LittleGuy decided he would cry from about 3 pm until 7:30pm. He stopped for his bath and a 3 oz bottle of breast milk, given by daddy. He is FINALLY, FINALLY asleep. Man...I hope we have an okay night. I am exhausted from all the rocking and cooing and nursing.
I have changed my mind several times in the past couple of days about how the breastfeeding is going. LittleGuy gained weight and that should be enough to tell me that the boobs are working. For the most part, I am feeling like they are. It's when I try to nurse in public - it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to use the nipple sheild. That just makes it so much more awkward...BUT, I am getting better. AND, so many people, so many experienced people assure me that it gets better around 6 weeks. Even if it doesn't, it's something to look forward too...even after miserable days like today...however...the nursing went fine today, it was just the ceaseless crying jags that were bringing me down. It's hard on Littleman...but he's been great.
Oh, Papabear quit his job!!!!!! He applied for a new one a few weeks ago, at an urgent care facility, and landed it. It offers better pay, WAY better benefits (like cheaper, but better health care), and none of the nonsense he was dealing with at his previous job (lack of pay checks on pay day, employer not paying the health insurance premium just before we are going to have a baby...that sort of nonsense I was too stressed to even post here). Anyway, he starts on Sunday - he'll get a schedule soon - we are told that he'll do three 12 hour shifts and then be off for four days. Pretty sweet. I'll let you know how that goes once it gets going.
Well, I am tired and would like to hit the hay early. Here are some recent pics. Enjoy.
Uncle Chuckie just before he headed back east. (sniff, sniff)
Big brother holds little brother for the first time!
Grandpa ("in Arizona" as Littleman likes to say) comes to meet his second grandson. :)
Getting love from Krissy.
Aunt Jillie giving some love. I didn't get a picture with Aunt Alie, but I know Krissy got some good ones. I'll get them up when she sends them to me.
Littleman SO SO excited to start school on Wednesday. He is super psyched about his Spiderman lunch box.
And here's Littleman today, on the "second first day of school. Mommy take another picture!!!!" He was THAT excited. I'm so glad he enjoys school. It's a guarenteed newborn-free five hours for him.
Okay, this last photo I had to add just because. I was uploading photos from the camera to the computer and I was given this little surprise from Littleman. There's actually a whole series of close-ups and pics of odd things he has taken while sneaking around the house with MY camera. (One of the apparent perks of having a mommy who has a newborn glued to her boob.)
