Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Mama
Max finally decided to make his debut (with a little nudging) on February 15th. The last few weeks have been a blur~ quite a roller coaster ride. Max and I are both healthy and we narrowly avoided my big fear of having a C-section, thanks to the expertise and trust of our midwife Jen. Scott was an amazing birth partner~ he was right there the whole time offering love, encouragement, Gatorade, and cool washcloths. He saw more of me than probably either of us would've liked, but modesty had a way of quickly vanishing during the birth process.
We're slowly adjusting to the enormous change in our lives and trying to figure out this little guy who suddenly lives with us. Max is pretty mellow for the most part so far, but he occasionally goes Mad Max on us. I never really minded crying babies before~ but it's different when it's your own and you're helpless to make whatever is wrong better.
I am as anxiety prone as ever~ the latest obsession was "why is Max's poo green?" Thanks to lots of internet reading and a phone call with a lactation consultant, you'll be happy to know his poo is now the normal mustardy texture (oooh, I think he just made one right now as I was typing this!).
We ventured out of the house this morning to check out the breastfeeding support group at Mercy. It was a little overwhelming with about 20 moms and babies, but it was great to get out of the house and hang with some other new mamas and compare notes. And the trip went much better than our outing to Starbucks the other day~ which really seemed like a good idea at the time. I took him in the stroller on what normally would maybe be a five minute walk, but the sidewalks are icy and slushy and bumpy and riddled with tipped over recycling bins. By the time we got home my pants were soaked (from the slush~ I'm happy to report that I no longer seem to be incontinent!) and most of my decaf vanilla soy latte landed on either my coat or Max's car seat. Fortunately the bumpy ride put him into a blissful sleep and he was none the wiser about the mishaps!
We're slowly adjusting to the enormous change in our lives and trying to figure out this little guy who suddenly lives with us. Max is pretty mellow for the most part so far, but he occasionally goes Mad Max on us. I never really minded crying babies before~ but it's different when it's your own and you're helpless to make whatever is wrong better.
I am as anxiety prone as ever~ the latest obsession was "why is Max's poo green?" Thanks to lots of internet reading and a phone call with a lactation consultant, you'll be happy to know his poo is now the normal mustardy texture (oooh, I think he just made one right now as I was typing this!).
We ventured out of the house this morning to check out the breastfeeding support group at Mercy. It was a little overwhelming with about 20 moms and babies, but it was great to get out of the house and hang with some other new mamas and compare notes. And the trip went much better than our outing to Starbucks the other day~ which really seemed like a good idea at the time. I took him in the stroller on what normally would maybe be a five minute walk, but the sidewalks are icy and slushy and bumpy and riddled with tipped over recycling bins. By the time we got home my pants were soaked (from the slush~ I'm happy to report that I no longer seem to be incontinent!) and most of my decaf vanilla soy latte landed on either my coat or Max's car seat. Fortunately the bumpy ride put him into a blissful sleep and he was none the wiser about the mishaps!
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