In no particular order…
I sent birth announcements to my coworkers and they all have the announcements hung up on their bulletin boards. So every time I go into an office or walk down the hall to pick up a copy, I see my sweet baby S. It warms my heart.
My favorite current song is One Republic’s I Lived. A and I were up with baby S when he was only a few days old. It was really early in the morning – probably around 2 or 3 am and A was flipping through channels (which drives me crazy… for the LOVE, just stay on one channel!). He landed on the music video for I Lived. I didn’t even know music videos were still a thing and I didn’t know they were still shown on television. Anyway, the entire music video features a boy LIVING with CF… so amazingly cool!!!
This week, I started working 3 days a week. Naturally, everyone in the house is fighting a nasty cold. Ughh. And the sleep deprivation, oh the sleep deprivation… W will sleep at some point, right??
Speaking of sleep deprivation, S was sleeping 7-9.5 hours each night. We moved him to the nursery and he’s now waking up after 5-6 hours. What the heck?!? The crib has to be way more comfortable than the play yard bassinet he was in??
I’ve been back in my pre-pregnancy clothes for a couple weeks. Woohoo!! I still have some weight to lose, but it’s a great feeling!
W has this new thing lately where he turns off the lights and starts dancing and singing Batman. Also, he has no clue who Batman is. It’s pretty funny.
S will be 3 months old in 4 days. Nooo. L He’s been exclusively on breast milk since he arrived and I’m so proud of that. I thought I may have to supplement because dude can eat (35ish ounces every day!), but I’ve been able to keep up. On a related note, I forgot the caps to my pumping bottles today. Crap. I forget something every.single.day I work. So I’m thinking of using my travel mug to transport milk. Lol. Desperate times…
Finally, if I had a dollar for every time someone told me I need pictures of S on my desk, I’d be rich. Second baby not getting the same attention blah, blah, blah. I know, I know. I already feel guilty for not holding him enough, not talking to him enough, etc., etc. The pictures have been ordered!! On a related note, I need an assistant!