my life as a bottle washer.

Hi.  Well, it's been a while since I've created a post.  I have a few minutes, so I thought I'd give a few thoughts about motherhood, and introduce you to my sweet boy, Caleb James.  


We both had a rough start.  He spent his first 8 days in the NICU with some major respiratory issues.  I had issues from the emergency c-section.  It's a gross story, and still recovering 16 weeks later.  But there was a brief stint when I had to be hooked up to a wound-vac.  It made caring for an infant just a little more difficult. 


Husband and I decided it was best for me to quit my job (at least for this first year) to stay at home with Caleb.  It's rewarding for the most part.  But I do get bored at times, and I miss working.  But I love being with Caleb more than I miss working, so it's not so bad.   


Two of those three weeks while I was still working, Caleb stayed with a friend of mine who had recently had a baby of her own.  Dillion is 5 weeks younger than Caleb, and he is already trying to tell Dillion the ins and outs of life so far.   My boy has already got life figured out.  

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Time.  I have none.  Well, I do after about 8pm, but by then, I'm so pooped from the day, I just want to relax in my chair and curl up with my blanket.  And a big glass of iced tea.   When I have a few moments during the day, I spend it washing bottles.  Or folding laundry.  Or talking gibberish to Caleb. Or making up silly sing songs as an art of distraction.  Or making Mommy Milk.  (that's what I call it).


Sleep.  Well, after about week 8, Caleb was sleeping through the night.  And I mean 8 to 10 hours.  It was divine.  However, he must be in a growth spurt, because the past 3 weeks he's been waking between 2am and 3am wanting a bottle.  Then, after bottle, he thinks it's time to play.  It is not.  But I can't seem to get him to grasp this yet.  It takes around an hour to get him back to sleep, then I have to spend 15-20 minutes making Mommy Milk before I can head back to bed.  By that time, I'm wide awake and it takes a while to go back to sleep.  It seems like by the time I finally get to sleep, Caleb is awake. Again.  le sigh.   Mom doesn't feel sorry for me, but I sure feel sorry for myself sometimes.


But Caleb is totally worth every moment of lost sleep.  Every smile, every coo, every chat, every little roll up to grab his feet.  I love it all.   I mean, look at this face.  How can you resist it?  You can't.  Don't even try.  *love*

 

Such a sweet smile.

I love this pic of my family. 

Look at that face.  I'm in big trouble.  He's already thinking about how to get away with stuff.

I have a ton of thoughts I want to share about cute Caleb things, Mommy things, and Big 12 football.  But no time.  I promise to get better about visiting everyone.  I miss you all, dearly.  I hope all of you are well.