I saw this image on a blog the other day and thought is SO very perfect right now. My boobs have always been on the large side, but now, they are even huge-r (yes, my own word) with milk.
Below are some bulleted things that have been going through my mind since Paxlet has been born.
-He is so darned cute! Yes, I’m very biased.
-We’re quite sure we have Paxlet’s aka BabyBoy’s proper name chosen. We’ll announce it to family in two weekends from now when he’s a month old. I won’t be announcing it on here (not ever? at least not for now), but after our families know, I can tell people who want to know via email (jsthtr at gmail dot com).
-Paxlet loves boob and he’s a great eater. It definitely shows in his weight gain.
Birth: 3610g (7,9 lbs)
Leaving hospital 3 days later: 3400g
One week old: 3570g
Two weeks one day: 3980g (8,7 lbs)
-Also, if I take too long getting said boob to him when he is hungry, as soon as he sees the boob coming for him, he gets very excited and starts waving his hands around. On the flip side, when he’s had enough to eat he starts playing with my boobs. I believe Mr Siili is jealous of this.
-In the beginning (AS IF we are that far away from the beginning already), Paxlet absolutely hated his diaper being changed, now it isn’t always so bad. I don’t blame him really. One moment you’re happily dressed and warm, the next your clothes are being torn off you and leaving you buck naked and cold!
-This BabyBoy likes looking at his momma. And his momma likes looking at him.
-Paxlet doesn’t like laying down by himself. Again, this is something that is improving with time.
-We gave Paxlet his first bath at two weeks old. He seemed ok with it, but mostly just confused and not sure what to think of it. He seemed to enjoy taking a shower with me, a couple of days later, much more.
-The easiest way to get BabyBoy to fall asleep and stay asleep (esp at home) is to put him in his Snugli and walk around a bit. Once he’s asleep, I can take it off and put him in his sitter-chair. He also sleeps very well when we go anywhere with the stroller. In fact, today he slept for 2 hours in the stroll while we went to the store and then he slept another 1,5 hours just in the stroller while it sat on the back porch.
-Mr Siili has always referred to me as Momma to the cats and so that is how I’ve started referring to myself with BabyBoy. I have no idea what I would like him to call me once he starts talking. Mom? Mommy? Mother? By name? (It’s how I always called my Dad and Mom.)
-Did I mention how much I love my little boy? He’s definitely filled a hole that was in my heart.
-So far, BabyBoy isn’t much of a crier.
-I don’t like the nights when he is awake for 2 to 2,5 hour feeds and/or just general awake-ness in the middle of the night. Thankfully he doesn’t do it every night and I can usually get some of that sleep back in the morning with BabyBoy sleeping on my chest.
-I’m not quite getting the help I need or want from Mr Siili. It is frustrating to say the least and has had me in tears several times already. Sometimes I think it might be easier being a single parent, just because then I would know what needs to be done and when it would get done (if at all) because I would be the one 100% responsible for it. I can only hope that as time goes on, things will get better. In the mean time, I’m trying to hold my tongue and do what I need to do to make me happy.
-I love being able to see over my tummy again and being able to bend over and dry my lower legs and ankles easily. I also love being able to shave/trim my lady bits. Being “big” and awkward for the end of the pregnancy made me wonder how much over weight people manage? Not being able to bend at the waist or see the lower half of your body? I will do everything in my power to not ever let myself get like that.
-While Mr Siili and Paxlet love my big boobs, I don’t! Don’t get me wrong, I love that I can feed my baby, but I just don’t like having big boobs. It just feels like they are swinging around as I walk or always in the way.
-My stitches have finally dissolved! Now I just wish the bleeding would go away. Ugh! I hate bleeding.
-In other post-preganncy news, I’m wearing a pair of my regular pre-pregnancy jeans and corduroy pants. Albeit, they are pants that needed a belt to be used with them, if I didn’t want to be constantly pulling them up, and they will be needing a belt again soon. Thirteen of the 22 kilos that I gained during pregnancy have already disappeared!! I’m now only 9 kilos heavier than when I got pregnant. I’m liking this! Although, I do feel a bit fat at times. I blame it on the hormones for making me irrational.