I had a happy, peppy post planned for today, but it would be a total lie to post it, so we’re winging it instead.
I am tired. Up every half hour all night tired. Ready for bed but need to keep myself and a tired, crying baby awake for another hour so he sleeps through the night tired. Financial stress from being off work for months tired.
A couple of years ago, I discovered two little spice shops in our local farmers’ markets, and have not bought a single bay leaf from a grocery store since. They have absolutely everything you can imagine in herbs and spices, and at very reasonable prices.
My best friend is snuggly and soft.
While I was home this summer, I heard two questions over and over again. I’ve already answered the first one here, about how I ended up going out for maternity leave so early. Paul got asked that one too, but not surprisingly he didn’t get asked this one: “Are you going back to work?” I get why people ask this, but I was pretty surprised by how many people seemed to assume that I would say no. Continue reading
I already mentioned how grateful we are to the staff in the NICU who helped us get through our days there. I can’t stress enough how great they were, and would definitely tell anyone with a high-risk pregnancy to go to Lehigh Valley and know you will be taken great care of!
Of course, our family and friends were right there with us the whole time too. I would have lost my mind without all of your support, and I am so grateful to have you all – thank you! The other group of people I am so grateful for are the “been there’s” who helped us navigate this scary new world of medical terms, endless commuting, and all the emotional trauma of having a baby in the hospital for long periods of time. Paul’s cousin Angelique not only gave us good advice, but helped explain what was happening to Paul’s parents as PJ progressed. A friend from high school, Andrea, who I’d stayed friends with on Facebook, reached out and shared her story with me of having a baby in the NICU the year before and gave me lots of good advice for getting through it. Another friend and former work colleague, Adrianna, put me in touch with Ashley who also went through this last year and was so sweet, even though we’ve never met! One of my hopes for this little blog is to reach other NICU families who may not have the kind of support that we did, and for it to help them feel a little less alone. We know how hard it is to go home without your baby, to have strangers (even wonderfully kind ones) telling you when you can and can’t interact with your baby, and to celebrate those little moments that most people don’t even know exist because for most people, it happens inside your belly instead of in front of your eyes.
It’s a club no one asks to join, but once you’re in, you’re in for life.
That little baby is my daddy now – twinsies! I have so many aunts & uncles to love me, I’m a lucky little man 🙂
I’ve joined a couple of parenting groups on Facebook – some for the funny or sweet pictures, some for the information. They all have one thing in common so far – big fights over the “right” way to breastfeed. The conversation on any given breastfeeding image usually goes like this:
Normal Nancy: Awww, cute! Whether or not I would ever take a picture of this, it’s a sweet moment between a mom and a baby.
Trolling Taylor: Women only whip them out like this because they’re begging for attention. Does this mean I can whip my private parts out? They’re natural too!
Disapproving Debbie: Ewww…stay at home if you must do something like that. And that kid is too old to nurse anyway!
And the crowd goes WILD…in the bad way. Continue reading