Here are a few little tid bits I have learned in my 5 weeks of having my sweet boy. Men should stop reading as I am going to whine about many things baby body related. Tomorrow I will be over it. Promise.
1. You will do anything for sleep. I break all the rules. Sleep with me, sleep on the couch, sleep upright. I don't care. If he will sleep, I will do it. Sleep deprivation is a strong tool and babies know how to work it.
2. While I can toot my horn about how I am saving the planet with my cloth diapers, I am killing it with all of running water. Grayson stops crying when the bath runs or the dishwasher. I am considering taking up sleeping on the kitchen floor. Sorry fish, this momma gets desperate. For a while the YouTube video of running water worked. It's starting to lose it's appeal to my lovely, at times cranky child. We need a new trick, we need a new trick right now.
3. While I would say that I am a more cautious driver, I more often appear like I am driving under the influence. I also despise red light cameras. My child is not a lover of the car. He will tolerate it, and he tolerates it better when we are moving. Therefore, I sway back and forth and blow red lights like it is no one's business. Evolution was wise in that baby cry. I will do ANYTHING to soothe the beast.
4. Breastfeeding sucks, or it is at least not easy. I am still hoping it will get better, and I am guessing a lot of it is situational for us. Let's just say I am not the most endowed person on the planet. And apparently stress can affect your supply. ha. Let me just get rid of all of that in my life. No problem. Sure I will rest more with my screaming child because sleep can help you successfully breastfeed, you bet. So between the nursing, pumping, and the fact that we are still supplementing, I am feeling a bit defeated. I have been in contact with all my lactation friends and we are doing everything to make it work. I keep telling myself to be flexible and that hopefully my boobs will magically get on this boat and it will be easier.
5. Poop explodes. I knew this. One morning I hear from Grayson's room, "UGH, I covered the rifle, and not the cannon." Jon learned. Since then we still have had poop and pee his the wall. Nasty sauce.
6. It takes a long time to feel like yourself again, physically. From the extra fluff to the healing parts, having a baby is hard.
7. Hormones are a beast. My kids hair is falling out, I might as well cry about it. I can't do the laundry one day, more tears. My poor, poor family.
8. Remember that I am not well endowed. The very expense Pea in the Pod store does not make B cups for nursing bras. Yep even when nursing some people do no get huge boobs. It's quite the bummer. And while I can fit in the bigger sizes now, I am still hoping to drop some of these lovely extra lbs, and which point I think those expensive bras will be too big. I went there the other night to buy a nicer nursing bra since my target ones are getting beat up in the wash (and since I cannot manage do to the laundry with machine there is no way I am going to hand wash my bras). So I went to the store all ready to spend too much money on a bra, and what do I learn, they don't make my size, so I am relegated to the bras that come in S, M, L. jerks. (Side note, the make 34 EE. Seriously? So I need to get some implants to successfully feed my child. Noted.)
OK, I am done with my T.M.I. rant. Going to write about our wonderful Thanksgiving in the next couple of days when my lovely child gives me a few moments of peace to do such things. Everything is a season (deep breath) everything is a season.