Ian is asleep. In his co-sleeper. Unswaddled. No swing. WHO’S MY BEST BOY?!?! Mama’s so proud. Now she’s gonna make some broccoli cheddar soup with her two free hands, and Tiffany and Katie are coming to play! Oh Happiest rainy Sunday! PS He woke up after an hour and a half and just hung […]Read Post ›
Finally! Baby socks that don’t suck. I personally cannot stand those socks that are supposed to look like shoes…ugh, not flattering. We must elongate the baby leg while highlighting the chub. Thanks, Grandma for the Hank & JoJo baby tube socks! Now we can wear proper outfits (like onesies with knee socks) instead of pajamas […]Read Post ›
I got some red hot streaky boobs. Lovely. Lesson: Pump when engorged in the middle of the night. Even if this makes more milk, I’d rather have that than an infection. Pardon me while I put a heat pack on my bosoms and wait for my prescription to be ready. In other news, I called […]Read Post ›
Day two was rough. Not the training, the baby. He was much needier, and I was tired and in pain, and the pain causes me extreme anxiety, which leads to not happy mamaness, which doesn’t help anyone or anything. Needless to say, it was very challenging for me to focus on doula training and I […]Read Post ›
