Can You Help?

There are so many wonderful couples waiting patiently to adopt in order to start their own family.  After struggling with infertility for over 6 years before we got our miracle, I feel like I can relate.  I wanted to highlight a couple, Mary and Merrill, who are looking to adopt and see if anyone can help.  If you know of someone who is pregnant and thinking about adoption, please pass on their profile.  Every little bit helps!


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RR’s Newborn Photos

 I have had these done and ready to go forever ago, I just haven’t found the time to blog them.  Here is my baby at only a week and a half old.  Oh I can almost smell his newborn breath again.  Sigh. 



I tried in vain for hours to get him to curl in a ball for me.  This was the closest that I got. 



He was born with monster feet.  Look how long those things are!


A few things I love about this picture:  1st, look at all that beautiful hair he had, it has all fallen out now and I miss it.  2nd I love how at a week and a half he is trying to hold his head up.  And 3rd, I love his soft little newborn hair on his shoulders and how the light is landing just right. 



Me and my boy.





So tiny on Daddy’s chest. 






I plan on getting this blown up big to hang in my house.


I hate clichés but honestly, they really do grow up so fast. 

We Did It

We made it through my first day back at work.  RR did much better than I.  I cried when I left him swinging happily in his swing.  I stared at his picture all day at work.  I missed him like nothing else in the world.  But I did it.  Only a few more months.  Please pray that my husband can find a job after he graduates so I can stay at home and raise my son. 

Back to Work

My 12 weeks are up.  It went by too fast. 

I have to go back to work tomorrow.

  I am sad.  Heartbroken actually. 

I didn’t think I would ever have to work after I finally had a baby.  Life is funny that way, it seems to have its own plans for my family.

I am blessed to have had 12 weeks paid maternity leave.

I am grateful that I am able to provide for my family financially.

I am grateful that by my working I am able to having health insurance for my family.

I am grateful for my beautiful little home my job affords us. 

I am grateful for food on our table and bills that get paid because of my job. 

I am eternally grateful and thankful that my darling cousin Amy will be the one to watch my son for me. 

I am blessed that my baby gets to stay in his own home while I am at work. 

I am blessed. 

Bad Parenting: Take 1

Have you ever felt like you were on a TV show?  That was John and I today.

Do you remember that Friends episode where Ross and Rachel sing Baby Got Back to Emma to get her to giggle?  We may or may not have done the same thing today with RR to get him to smile and giggle, but we choose the ever appropriate song Empire State of Mind by Jay Z.  Oh did I mention it was the unedited version? 

And you know what, it worked, he loved it.  John held him while all 3 of us danced around, and he thought it was hysterical.  Totally worth it. 

We are bad parents. 


I have played with some different textures on some photos that we did this weekend of RR and I.  Here is one of my favorite.  I have lots more images and I can’t wait to get them all processed!


A Picture and an Update

Here is a picture of my love taken today.  He melts me I tell you,  just plain melts me. 


Ok so breastfeeding is a bust for me (no pun intended).  I stuck it out until he was a little over 9 weeks before I called it quits.  Turns out I am not a big milk cow, not only that, but my sweet son isn’t the best nurser in the whole world.  He is a lazy little eater, he never gets crazy and goes to town sucking like other kids I have seen.  He enjoys it more if the milk just runs into his mouth without any work or effort exerted on his part.  Bad combo. 

And I tried.  Holy mighty how I tried.  I really enjoyed breastfeeding him.  We never had any issues with latching, my boobs never got as sore as I heard they can.  It was a lovely time. 

So how do I know I wasn’t producing?  Oh well Public Health sent a nurse out at the request of R’s ped with a test weight scale because he was losing weight at his 2 week appointment.  After using the test weight scale for a weekend it appeared that after nursing on both sides he was lucky to get an ounce, and every once in a grand while he would get 1.5-2.  That is off of BOTH sides, and he was on 15-20 minutes each side.

So that meant that after I nursed him on both sides I had to give him a bottle, every single time.  It was a bummer, it was time-consuming.  I tried everything except for the prescription to bring my milk in.  I took the herbs that made my sweat smell like an IHOP.  No joke, Fenugreek makes you smell like maple syrup, seriously, google it. 

We have been a couple weeks with no breastfeeding, and while I cried the last time I nursed him, it has been really nice for me to have a little extra time in my day.  What used to be an hour to an hour and a half feeding process every 3 hours it now just 30 minutes.  It’s great.