Where did the time go?! This year seems to have moved much faster than years past. It feels like we were just chilling on the couch with a tiny ball of pudge that is Eleni. Alas, now she runs around in her diaper and open hand smacks anything that moves while eating cheese off the floor with her besties, the cats. So here’s a profile of Eleni this year…Read More
Eleni Grey. 9lbs 4oz. Born on her due date, August 21st.
If you've been wondering why it's been so quiet on the blog front, this would be why! We're getting in all of our new baby love and I'm just now able to comfortably sit in a chair for more than two minutes (thanks stitches).
God must have heard 9 months worth of pleas for a baby who didn't scream at us and slept even just a little because we got a chunky monkey who loves to eat and sleep. Oh, that beautiful nursery we had set up? It's been torn apart. The crib is next to our bed, there are diapers everywhere, the diaper genie is in the living room, and I frequently pump on the couch watching The Letdown late at night. Because that's what happens in real life.
Our labor and delivery this go around was a night and day difference from Ana's and I'm not quite ready to share our birth story yet, so I'll save it for one of the next blog posts. The same goes for our breastfeeding journey. We've only just begun, but I hope to share more about what we're going through soon for other Mom's to relate to.
I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt, every bit is something I'm trying to hold onto as Eleni is our last. The late night feedings where you're so groggy, so you put some random Netflix show on. The little snorts and giggles and sighs when they sleep. The incessant Googling about poop, boobs, and the "Has anyone ever..." questions.
I love being a Mom. Every bit of it.
I might joke about the gross and hard moments and I'm human, so I get frustrated and burnt out, but that's just part of the package. Every new season in both my ladies lives is my most favorite and most fulfilling job. I'm super blessed that I get to relive this season of welcoming a new life earth side with us and watching the baby stage one more time.
So here's some adorable baby photos now, because that's what I know you all want. You can also find more squishy, hairy cuteness on Instagram.
THAT'S RIGHT. IT'S BABY MONTH.
Unless by some freak occurrence, I will be holding a new baby by the end of this month and trying to convince Ana her life is NOT in fact, ending.
The other day we had to talk her down from a fit about how the new baby is going to RUIN her birthday because all she does is cry. This babe isn't even here yet and she's already catching flack from her sister. Ah, true sibling-hood.
Someone asked Ana and I in the store the other day if we were having a boy or girl. I said girl (I should have said a troll, like Ana keeps suggesting) and they gave me the...
"You'll have to try for a boy next time!"
I don't think I've ever scoffed and said NO, faster in my life. So here is my general announcement. WE ARE NOT PROCREATING EVER AGAIN BY CHOICE. I told Chris he better pack his own bag for the delivery ward because he's also going under the knife. For a vasectomy.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE kids. Like, I love almost every one's child (except for yours Tumble Time Loon, don't think I forgot about you and your hell spawn) and having my own is my purpose in life. Raising them, teaching them, just being near them, it's all the greatest thing in the world for me.
But I NEVER want to be pregnant ever again. I hate being pregnant. I'll wait for the gasps of "How could you?! Your body does something so miraculous and beautiful!!"
*sips lukewarm coffee*
Yeah, I'm super proud of what my body can do and the magic of it is NOT lost on me. But it's also hard. Physically and mentally and it's not a short "I'll do this and once the baby is out, I'm good to go!" As if growing a whole other person inside of you and your body making accommodations for that, and weird ones at that, aren't enough, you have the FOURTH TRIMESTER. Haven't heard of it?
It's a rough period where both you and an infant, who had everything familiar ripped away from them, have to adjust to life. Which means an ENORMOUS drop in hormones, a sore body (you don't even fully recover from childbirth for a year), and the struggle of trying to figure out this new person who depends on you for everything.
There's a reason I remember the fourth trimester with Ana better than my entire pregnancy and delivery. Because that shit is ROUGH. I called my Mom as a defeated new parent a couple days after getting home from the hospital because I felt so broken. This time around, Chris and I are a little wiser and in a better position to split the caregiving though, so for that, I'm thankful.
So for any other Mom's out there saying "I hate being pregnant" or even just feeling it, it's not just you. Some women love it, some women hate it and it doesn't make either one any less of a mother.
So now that I've dropped this rant on you, take a look at our vintage style nursery we've put together. Some ideas were Pinterest inspired, but most of it was stuff we had on hand.
We Facebook & Instagram announced last week to our friends and family, so now no one should be crushed and say "You're very, very small amount of blog followers knew before we did!" (hi Mom!) if we announce to the rest of you that we're adding one more to our crew. We're super excited, super nervous, and torn on gender prediction. Ana and Chris say team XX, but I'm standing pretty proudly in camp XY. Either way, we won't be disappointed one bit. We have names, now we just have a couple weeks to find out! Realizing I'm going to have to do baby stuff all over again though really made me consider how we did pregnancy and the infant years with Ana though. So here's the stuff we're doing different:
Doing It Different List (Unsolicited Advice for First Timers)
I'm buying maternity clothes damn it. I spent a ton of time in maxi dresses with Ana. It worked, it was the hottest summer ever, and I didn't have another kid to chase. This time around though, it's cold out, I'm getting bigger faster, and a maxi dress is not ideal for chasing down a 5 year old. I bought the jeans on Ebay, splurged on nursing bras from Motherhood, and hit the H&M Mama sales for other stuff.
I'm scheduling diaper service with Amazon. YEAH! YOU CAN DO THAT. That means fewer last minute "Oh shit! (literally)" trips to the store. I wish I would have done this with Ana. She never slept, I was always exhausted, Chris was always exhausted from working so much, and the last thing we ever wanted to do was trek out late at night for something.
I bought a badass swing. The 4moms momaRoo to be exact. Ana spent so much time in a swing, I wasn't skimping this time around. I know the price tag is high new, but you CAN find them used (ours was a find on Letgo) and they don't take those enormous batteries a lot of other swings do. The only other piece of baby gear we used more was a Boppy pillow.
I'm getting an electric double breast pump and taking it serious this time. With Ana, she was almost exclusively breastfed not by choice, but because I couldn't get the hang of pumping. I tried hand pumps that failed miserably, I tried an electric with the wrong size guards, etc. I also never took the time to sit and relax and pump. It was always this big pressure and struggle to pump. This time around, I'm getting the good pump and I'm asking loads of advice.
I'm doing freezer meals beforehand. I do NOT like eating out a lot. The grease from things gets to me easily and I just cant. I've started a Pinterest board for freezer meals and I'm figuring out a way to make our favorites fit in the freezer too. I bought a larger slow cooker and I'm going to use the hell out of it. Cooking with a newborn strapped to you is hot, stressful, and not fun.
We told our immediate family on Christmas that we were pregnant by giving them Christmas Baby Slippers.
When we gave them to my parents, my brother, the DC living one, really thought they were for dogs. So when my parents and sister started crying, he has legit confused and said "If I knew how much dog slippers meant to you, I would have gotten some."
When we told Chris' parents, his very much older Papu (Greek for Grandpa) with hearing difficulty was there. When Chris' mom told him that we were having a baby, he thought she had said she was having a baby. Her face was a mix of "OH GOD NO," and trying not to laugh. I so wish I had photographed it.