Layla’s birthday is around the corner so Chris keeps giving me the side-eye. He’s wondering if I’m gonna get crazy with the coordinating and DIY like we did for both Ellie’s first two birthdays. He thinks I’m nuts, like who would really WANT to spend so much time and energy (and money) on a kid’s birthday party? And one they won’t even remember. I get it. It’s not everyone’s idea of fun. But it is mine.
A friend of ours is having a baby soon and it’s got me thinking about those first moments, days, weeks…there’s nothing like it, is there? I’m pretty certain I won’t be experiencing that newborn amazingness (and exhaustion, who am i kidding?) again but that doesn’t make me less baby-crazy!
Reaching the first year milestone is a BIG one, and I think every parent would agree. I describe it like a deep breath. We made it, we survived (mostly) unscathed, and we’re left with the confidence that “ok, we can do this.” The joke that the first birthday party is for the parents isn’t too far from reality. We deserve the celebration as much as anyone, am I right?
I knew this time was coming, and I have been desperately working to delay it as long as possible. I expected it would be hard but couldn’t imagine quite how emotional it would actually be. Typing “end” in this blog post title produces a heavy feeling. I don’t want this to be the end of my breastfeeding journey. If I had it my way, we wouldn’t be done.
It’s just silly how much “stuff” a newborn requires. So when we found out we were pregnant with another girl, we were relieved to think all we’d need to buy was diapers and a few new outfits. We already had all the baby necessities, what else would we need?! We were apparently a little naïve as well because fast forward a few months and we found ourselves acquiring quite a few new things. Read more
I know better. I’ve been through it before. I know well enough that it might feel like the end of the world but really it’ll be such a small tiny blip of time in the grand scheme of things. I even knew it was coming so I wasn’t surprised, and yet here I am, starting to feel overwhelmed by it again.
The dreaded 3 to 4 month sleep regression.
My initial worries and fears about breastfeeding were relatively normal. When I was pregnant I wondered if I would produce enough milk or how much it would hurt during those first weeks. I never worried about whether the baby or I would know how to breastfeed. How hard could it be? There’s a nipple and a mouth, put them together and ta-da! Totally natural, right?!
I’m not sure why fully committing to a baby name is so difficult for me – is it this way for everyone?! I know I tend to be indecisive but even once we’ve decided on a name, I still find it hard to declare her name to the world or do anything “official” like decorate her room with her initials. It’s just so final, before things are final, you know?
On the morning of June 30th, at 4:08am, we welcomed our second daughter – Layla Josephine. Although she made us wait an extra 8 days past her due date, once she was on her way, she moved pretty quickly, arriving 9 1/2 hours after my water broke. My mom and sister were in the delivery room (my Dad stayed home with big sister Ellie) and Chris got to catch her, pulling her out by holding under her armpits and placing her on my chest. He didn’t have time to put gloves on – neither did the midwife – because once I started pushing, she came out much quicker than expected. You’ll hear me complain every day about pregnancy pains and discomforts but I’ve been blessed with two relatively smooth deliveries. It doesn’t escape me how fortunate I am.