As if the memory of eating cake, cupcakes and now donuts on her birthday wasn’t sweet enough, Ellie has videos to remind her of her favorite birthday party moments. My best friend Chris has gifted us with these sweet birthday videos after each of Ellie’s parties.
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
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?!
The bedtime routine is one we all look forward to in this house. It’s a time to slow down, get quiet and enjoy some one on one time before lights out. The highlight of the routine is when we cuddle on the chair and read books.
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.
It’s hard to explain to people who haven’t been here, the tricks your mind plays on you when you’ve passed your due date and your baby hasn’t arrived. It’s a tough moment in time, so much anticipation and no action. Every second you’re wondering, is it time? What about now? Will baby ever come out!? What can I do to encourage it? What am I doing wrong? To induce or not to induce?
Dramatic? Sure. But it also isn’t surprising that it’s all you can think about since for the last 9 1/2 months, you’ve been counting down to this one DAY. And once the day passes, every minute feels like another day too long. And if you’ve had an uncomfortable pregnancy (yup, raising both hands here!), the extra hours feel like unfair torture.