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1 month old.

Posted 28 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, paparazzi
My dearest Abigail,
You turned one month old yesterday. I apologize that the day passed with little fanfare, but we had lots of stuff going on. You were lucky enough to celebrate with your grandparents and great auntie Mitzi, so that may have been gift enough. You’ve changed so much already in the past month that I’m already starting to worry about how much you’ll change before your two month mark! You’re barely fitting in your newborn onesies anymore (those long skinny legs!) and are getting stronger by the day. Daddy’s attempting to show you how to hold your pacifier in your mouth with your buddy (aka your right hand) and sometimes you get it, but most of the time you’re spitting it out of your mouth at warp speed. You haven’t slept through the night yet, but I’ll take it since you really only ever cry when you need something, and once that’s taken care of, you’re back to happy mellow baby.
I’m getting really excited for your first Christmas. I already bought you a stocking and am busy compiling the list of things you’ll be getting. I’m more concerned about gifts for you than making a list for myself (which I’ve usually completed by now). I guess when the mental short list for myself includes a new MacBook and a dishwasher I quickly am jolted back to reality and focus on the $14 Soothe & Glow Seahorse that’s on your list. (Trust me, you want one.)
Anyway, I must go. John Mayer tickets go on sale in 2 minutes and Mommy needs to get front row so I can wear his sweat for a couple hours. I’ll explain that when you’re older.
Love you much,
Mommy.

I love my husband.

Posted 20 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, The Hubs

Thanks to the hubs being on all night baby duty (in the living room), I got to sleep through the night. TEN WHOLE HOURS. I haven’t slept more than three hours consecutively in weeks. Ten hours…that’s like 3.5 nights worth of interrupted sleep combined.

I felt drugged when I woke up…similar to how I felt on the magnesium after Abby was born. It quickly faded into feeling totally refreshed and like a new mommy.

Now it’s just about 1pm, the hubs is about to be woken up…and Abby is fast asleep. We’re going to attempt an afternoon out today. Pray for us.

Moby WIN.

Posted 18 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, I am awesome, paparazzi
I attempted the Moby a little over a week ago and it was a huge FAIL. Like, huge. I had Abby in the cradle hold, and attempted to do the dishes. She ended up in my armpit and under my arm, curled into a weird position, whimpering the whole time. I realized I probably didn’t have it tied tight enough and didn’t want to attempt it again lest I traumatize her more and make her hate it.
So, today, I tried again, this time with the newborn hug hold and tied as tight as I could. Here’s the result. She slept for about 30 minutes, cried for a diaper change, went back in and has been sleeping since.
Dearest Moby makers, I love you.

I’m choosing to blog over showering.

Posted 18 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, The Hubs

I’m sure I’ll regret that decision this afternoon.

Anyway, Abby is sleeping soundly in her bassinet, and I’m back to being alone during the day. My bestie A was here for FIVE WHOPPING DAYS over the weekend and I miss her terribly already. She was so much help…and so much fun! (A – move here. DO IT.)

Other than having visitors, not much is going on. (Warning, poop talk fast approaching.) Abby’s on a good schedule of pooping every other night, so that’s good, I suppose. She’s eating a lot and getting a little chubby in the cheek area. I also noticed she’s getting some awesome eyelashes, so I think we can add another tick in the “mommy trait” column.

Speaking of mommy…I’m exhausted. I get through the days okay, but it’s getting more and more difficult to be a smiley mommy. I’m not so much depressed, just totally wiped out. The hubs has promised me a couple nights of real sleep this weekend, and I cannot effing wait. I think it’ll make a huge difference. I don’t know if our weeknight routine is working. Maybe this is just what people do in the first few months…daddy sleeps more since he’s working and momma just turns into a zombie that forgets to brush her teeth and lives on Slim Fast shakes because they’re easy. What do/did you do during the first few months to survive?

Luckily, the hubs and I scored on the H1N1 flu mist last week (thanks, Chris!) so, at least I don’t have to worry about getting that. I have a feeling I’ll be getting a cold or something soon with the little amount of sleep under my belt. Fingers crossed I don’t.

And finally, a week from today, Abby will be taking her first trip back home with us. Five hours in a car with a 4 week old baby. Am I insane? Oh well. I can’t WAIT to go home. It’s been a long time.  And TURKEY!

Two weeks.

Posted 11 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, paparazzi, The Hubs

It’s been two weeks since we had Abby – it seems both like yesterday and like we’ve always had her. Things for the most part are going well. I have a call in to the doctor about her newest development – screaming inconsolable crying that lasts for about 60-90 minutes, complete with stiffening, arching body and coughing, and crying to the point of breathlessness. I’m suspecting a slight case of reflux. Or colic. Or “I hate you Mommy” syndrome. At any rate, I spoke to a nurse, and I’m just waiting to see what they have to say.

She’s getting stronger by the day – holding her head up on her own a few times a day (viewed during burps), hanging onto her pacifier (and also ripping it out of her mouth) and I’ve learned that she smiles (sometimes) when both her cheeks are tickled. She is the light of my life, even if she did make me cry last night because I couldn’t calm her crying.

Side note: the hubs was baffled that my overly emotional self was still around (“You’re crying because she’s crying?”) and wondered how much longer I would be in this state. I assured him that this was still normal and I was probably going to cry again at some point. I’m sure his concern is more towards PPD than the fact that I’m a blubbery mess without even trying. I’m definitely not depressed. Just tired. REALLY tired. And hate seeing my baby seem to be in pain.

And also – in case anyone wanted to see…and well, frankly…I’m so effing stoked at wearing my “normal” jeans – I’ve included a belly shot of where I’m at today.

Booya.

Oh, and here’s a picture of Abby. Because how could I not?