Today the moment Scott walked in the door I handed Abigail to him. Oh, yesterday. Yesterday I felt like the Queen of New Mothers, even though we’d slept an hour longer than we should have, even though she spit up a couple of ounces of formula all over me and her Boppy, even though as…
Game Changers
1) The Sleepy Wrap. I love this hippie contraption. Our kid prefers to be held. It’s that simple. I’ve spent the past three weeks trying to make the situation be anything but what it is and all of the cliches are true, yes, yes. Kids will do things their way. Sometimes we have some luck,…
Boob Job
The moment Abigail was brought to me in the recovery room after the c-section, she immediately latched onto my breast. I was still out of it for the most part, but it was a pretty life-altering moment, even if I didn’t understand it as it happened. If nothing else, it meant something to me that…
Two Weeks
Abigail – They say it takes two weeks to establish or break any habit. I don’t know what that means in terms of being a little person – I was once only two weeks old, of course, but I don’t remember it, ask your Papa – but I can tell you that in terms of…
Little Things
1) We are hitting a stride. I won’t say it’s “the” stride or “our” stride, just that a stride has been established. And while we know strides are subject to change on a dime when it comes to a newborn, I’d wager it’s a safe bet that new parents, when they realize that they’re managing…
Labored
I don’t know that I’m going to go through every measure of my labor. In terms of the nitty gritty, I think Scott’s post encapsulated what happened, from the arduous stops and starts to the actual go time on the 27th to what happened after. I don’t know that you need my version of those…
What’s In a Name
I’d spent most of my life wanting/expecting to bestow on my kids names so Irish in origin that you’d assume they’d bust out in a jig at a moment’s notice. My name literally means “Ireland.” Because I grew up so strongly ensconced in Irish-American culture, I wore this as a badge of immense pride. It…
The Four Days
I wrote these items, obviously, prior to going into labor. I’d knew I’d want them. At 5:30 a.m. on February 27, I lost my mucous plug – Seriously, are there two sexier words ever? I feel like every teenager in America should be handed a picture of a mucous plug as soon as they hit…
A Short Update
First of all, I can’t begin to keep up with all of the comments, emails, messages, calls and everything else that has come our way since Abigail was born. I wish I could – I’m awful at such things to begin with, and some folks, near and dear, stranger alike, have shared some amazingly kind,…
Abigail Grace
After five tough days of starting and stopping, practice labor and all that comes with it, followed by 30 hours of unmedicated labor, Abigail Grace came into the world at 5:23 p.m., February 28, by c-section, weighing 8 pounds, 7 ounces. She’s 20-inches long. It’s probably no shock to any of you that she’s the…
So that’s happening…
(First things first: I’m closing the comments for the time being. You’re all incredibly kind, sweet people, so don’t get the wrong idea, but based on the traffic I’m getting here, the emails, comments on Twitter and the Facebook requests, it’s the virtual equivalent of being in a pressure cooker. My nature is to get…
The Countdown Begins
We’re less than a week away from my due date, which as any smart person will tell you (also known as my doula), your due date is an approximation of when you can expect your body to begin what it needs to do for labor, not an expiration date for a baby. I think it’s…
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