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.
“Have you taken your placenta pills today?” was a common and frequent question asked of me by my husband in the early days after delivering my first baby. I was hormonal, emotional and exhausted as most new moms are. There wasn’t much else my husband could to do to help other than encourage some healthy pill popping.
Even though it’s later than usual, I still feel like Easter crept up on me this year! About two weeks away and time to share some of the fun ideas we came up with last year for Easter egg decorating methods that don’t involve using food coloring.
I started this year in sort of a funk. We had just come off a chaotic (albeit fun) 2 ½ weeks home with our families, Layla was nap-regressing and colds and coughs were on heavy rotation in our house. I was far from as organized and centered as I dreamt I would be starting the New Year. Apparently this is a Mercury retrograde thing so I may not be the only one who was (is) feeling like I’m still playing catch up, and feeling unsettled and scattered. Or maybe it’s just a Mom thing.
What says “Christmas in San Diego” more than ice skating on a rink right off the beach?! Or drinking hot chocolate while sweating in the glaring sun? Or decorating christmas cookies under the lights of the beautifully lit Hotel del Coronado?
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.
It’s not in my style to want to dress matchy-matchy with my daughter, or even to dress my daughters in matching clothes. Or so I thought. I tend to eat my words a lot around here.
Apparently twinning can be fun. A couple weeks back, Ellie and I sported our matching Albion Fit yoga pants to the park to ease me back into postpartum fitness. A couple runs up and down the hill was all I needed.
Like a true Leo, I usually don’t mind a big celebration for my birthday, but this year I really didn’t expect much considering I had a 5 week old newborn, not even a good nights’ sleep! But Chris insisted we do something, so we hired a babysitter, crossed our fingers and enjoyed our first post baby date night in celebration of the big 3-4. Read more