Today was a day I've been dreading: my 6-week post-partum
After the doctor, C and I headed to the mall to pick up a birthday gift for Prince Danny, who turns the big 3-1 tomorrow. Nothing like waiting til the last minute, right? I forgot to mention that C was clearly working on a poop while we were at the doctor (complete with grunts, red face, pushes, the poop face which Dr. T found to be hilarious). By the time we got to the mall, not only was his diaper dirty but he was starving. I decided to feed him and then tackle the poopsplosion because he was pretty mad. So, C and I just hung out in the mall parking lot breast feeding. I tried to park in a place where there wasn't a lot of traffic but we still got some interesting looks. I couldn't help but laugh at how once upon a time I would have been horrified at the thought of nursing in a mall parking lot. The best part was when C finished eating and I went to burp him and he barfed all. over. me. To clarify: he basically barfed into the side of my face and hair, and it went all down my front and into my shirt and puddled in my bra as well. It was lovely. Firstly, WHY does he only barf on me on days when I've actually washed (and in today's case, styled) my hair?! I mean come on son, that really only happens maybe once every two weeks these days (not lying). Secondly, how is it that I was covered in vomit and C managed to remain completely clean? Last-minute shopping trips for Dan's birthday must be bad luck, because I seem to recall a similar experience involving a poopsplosion when I made the trek with L 2 years ago. Fortunately, I managed to change C's diaper with minimal drama today, and we were on our way. Unfortunately, I smelled like baby barf and looked a hot mess, but I'm sure it somehow could have been worse.
We rounded out the day with an extremely cranky toddler with an attitude and several meltdowns and, later on, a crabby baby too. Glory. I hoped we were in the clear on the witching "hour" tonight, but much to our dismay it was just delayed a little. C gave us a break over the weekend and it was lovely, but we weren't as lucky today, sigh. Both babes are in bed now and I am trying hard not to chug the enormous glass of wine my sweet husband poured for me. Of course I love my kiddos, but my word are they a lot of work
I know I have been promising a giveaway, and I am hear to tell you that it's not a lie, it will go live soon so keep watching for it! In the mean time, I hope to get a post together at some point this week to show you all C's fabulous newborn photos taken by the always fantastic Stephanie Aldridge Photography. And who knows, maybe I'll even go wild and write three posts this week. Baby steps, right?
Happy Monday!
Sarah
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