Thursday, April 3, 2014

what's working: new momma edition

A fellow blogger friend of mine does a super sweet blog segment called "what's working" each month. She includes cute pictures.

I'm not that organized, but I love the idea - so here's our "what's working: March 2014".

This one is dedicated to all my momma-to-be-friends.

Gatorade. I got a stomach bug last week, and the only things that would stay down where Gatorade and Sprite. Guess what? Gatorade almost doubled what I can pump when I have to. That's a big win.

Books. The Baby Whisperer, Baby Wise, Bringing up Bebe. These are my go-to's as I navigate being a new momma. Joe has been to our library many, many times in his young life.

Buying in bulk. It's not easy getting out with an infant. I buy doubles of a lot of things: gas drops, diapers, etc. I buy snacks at Costco (I snack a lot while nursing). I know individual packs are wasteful, but they are so handy to stash around the house and in our diaper bag.

The boppy. Joe loves being propped up in that thing. We have a big, thick one. I'd take about 10 and stick them everywhere in our house.

Playtex Vent Aire bottles. Less gas. Less fuss. Happy Joe. Happy Momma.

One piece breast pump parts. Who thought it was a good idea to have to assemble those, anyways?!

Faded Glory sleep-n-plays. Listen, friends, I hate Walmart. But these sleep-n-play outfits fit Joe better than the other brands because of his catwalk model build (long and skin and bones). They have a lot less bulk around the middle than the Gerber ones. I'm pretty sure will be getting orders from us.

Prayer. I pray 100x more now that I have a baby. It's very humbling to realize how self-dependent I thought I was before. When I struggle to fall asleep or feel like I am failing at motherhood, I recite this praise to God...

For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.Psalm 100:5

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

sweet joe.

These two words are how we describe our 6 week old son:

sweet joe.

When I was feeling like I was on the verge of death while pregnant, a fellow HG survivor friend repeated this mantra to me: Tough pregnancy, easy baby.

Not a chance in my never-a-dull-moment world, I thought.

Friends, I hate even to type this... we have the sweetest, easiest baby ever.

We are very, very blessed.

See this serene picture? I know, parents all over the US fight for this achievement, a passed out infant. What did I do? Swaddeled him up, stuck in his paci, turned on some music, turned on the ceiling fan, and hopped into the shower. Watching the fan amused Joe until he passed out.

People ask me how Joe sleeps. "Like his father." I respond - like a rock. He's slept through the night a couple of times.
People ask me if he sleeps in his own room yet. "He's never spent a night in ours. He prefers his crib." I say, and I am given looks of total shock. I finally moved the pack-n-play out of our room yesterday, realizing we would never use it.

Part of it may be that for Joe's first few weeks, I had to hand him off for extra feeding and then he got stuck in his crib so I could pump/rest. I guess you can accidentally sleep train your baby if you are lucky.

Here's a video of our sweet boy. Robert's sister and her husband are both professional musicians and music teachers. Joe loves, LOVES to listen to classical music, so I took this video for them, hence my narration (also, why do I talk to him like that? what about a baby makes your voice so weird?).

sweet baby joe. we love you so much.