What a Difference One Month Makes

Lincoln on May 30, when we brought him home.

Lincoln today, June 28, his one-month birthday.

This onesie is going to be our measuring stick for our boy's growth. Check back in a month to see if he continues to grow!

Milk Drunk: it's not just for breakfast anymore

After Lincoln is done feeding, drinking, sucking, etc. - he sits up to burp. However, before he can get to that activity, he passes through a transition period of loose muscles, total relaxation, and a body sway that is remarkably similar to the 3am pub crawl I so often see in booking. Sometimes, it is even followed by projectile expectoration. So different, so similar. Not a care in the world - no hangover - but both usually involve soiling ones self. Milk Drunk - pass it on!

Mommyblog Transformation

Politics, knitting, reading . . . now I base my day around feedings and diapers. I am however, excitedly typing this with both hands, as my little one has grown enough to fit into my mei tai carrier. He is fast asleep cuddled up to my chest, nice and happy, while I have hands free to type, unload the dishwasher, and fold laundry.

I am watching plenty of news, sportscenter, and other TV, but all I feel capable talking about is being a mother. They are not lying about the life transformation this is. You think you are prepared for it, but there is no possible way to be fully ready.

Starting last week, the new Cool entered an interesting phase--he leaks through his diapers. Just pee, not poop, thank goodness, but he leaks fairly constantly. The first day this became a problem, he went through eight onesies and I had to wash every shirt I was then comfortably wearing. Today, he is wearing a onesie that he a slight leakage in, and I am wearing jeans that were leaked on. We've moved on. It's just a little pure, clean baby pee. See? This is how your life changes. Those who really know me, know that I typically change clothes instantly (if possible) if I get any dirt on them, and here I am comfortably wearing jeans with baby pee on them. Of course, they are my only pair of jeans, and I've done my one load of laundry for the day.

Anyway, now that I've rediscovered my two hands, I hope to be posting on more than just L. Although, as long as I throw in a picture, I know most of my regulars won't mind.

We've Kept Him Alive Three Weeks

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Things I Am Learning

I now know how to load the washer/dryer and eat one-handed. I am even beginning to master breastfeeding one-handed. I can give you the low-down on TV on late-at-night--you are guaranteed some That 70s Show reruns. I am learning the delights of two consecutive hours of sleep. I can act excited about changing a diaper. I can only type for about three minutes before I realize that my baby is asleep, so I should be too. But wait--I need to fix some sort of dinner! Where's my nanny/maid? (Oh, right--I sent my mom home before I became too addicted.)

Eleven Days and Counting . . .

I had prepared for the lack of sleep, the late nights, and the crying - but I guess you can never really prepare. I'm tired, but in a weeks time I will have the delight of heading back to work. My better, or more accurately, my breaster half - will be stuck at home feeding this sleep stealer all on her lonesome. My sympathies go out to her and wish her the very best. Until that time, I too shall suffer her fate. I have been surprised by many things since Linc's arrival, but the most surprising thing I've learned so far: a pretty fair price for a black market baby is somewhere in the $40-65K range. Not bad, any takers.....no, seriously?

That's good, cause if you had answered in the affirmative I would have been compelled to bring such vocalizations to the attention of the authorities. Babies are to be cherished, loved, so on and so forth - not traded on the closed market as items of conspicuous consumption. I'm saddened that you even brought it up - you should be ashamed of yourself. Well, I'm going to go take a nap.

Return to Normalcy?

Other things I might have titled this post:

Screw Natural Childbirth: Induction+ Epidural + C-Section

The Tracks of My Tears: Uncontrollable Emotion

You Little Bugger: Mr. Cool's Top 5 Ways to Get Peed On

Who Needs Sleep? Well, I'm Never Going to Get It

The Delivery Diet: An Expose on Infomercial Diet Before Photos, or How I Lost 21 Pounds in 7 Days

Time Flies When You're Feeding Someone Every 2-3 Hours (Oops, the Dinner Bell Just Rang)

Leaving the House: The Thrill of Doctor's Visits

Thanks Everyone: How Good Wishes, Prayers, and Positive Thoughts Sustain New Moms