More confessions of a first-time mom

Apr 14, 2014 by

I’ve used my son’s diaper cream for my own body.

Baby Boy has this great-smelling, creamy petroleum jelly diaper cream that I carry around in my diaper bag/work bag. I’ve used it in a pinch to moisturize my dry legs while at work, as a lip balm for my lips severely dehydrated due to breastfeeding, and as a spot-treatment hand cream. Yes, the same cream I use on my son’s butt has touched my lips—just not at the same time. Don’t judge, this stuff is awesome!

I wear the same two pairs of pants to work pretty much every day.

5 ways a smartphone is a new mom’s best friend

Apr 7, 2014 by

It makes an excellent night light.
I’ve used my phone’s flashlight app numerous times in the middle of the night to change a sleepy baby’s diaper, to make sure a sleepy baby has latched on properly, and to make sure I can see enough so I don’t wake a sleepy baby as I leave his room.

It’s an extra set of eyes when you’re trapped under your baby.
For the entire first month of Baby Boy’s life, I held him while he slept. I camped out on our couch, and my husband set up on an air mattress on the living room floor. That first month was brutally cold, and Baby Boy and I were often bundled in numerous blanket and clothes as we snuggled and slept at night. I was so paranoid about him suffocating in all of those layers that I would periodically pull out my phone and snap a “selfie” of us to check and make sure it looked like he could still breathe. Many of our photos together during those early days were because of my late-night paranoia.

Confessions of a first-time mom

Mar 31, 2014 by

Nothing brings the confessions out faster than being a new parent.  I can’t be too shy about sharing my parenting faux pas since they’ve become my new reality anyways.  There’s no hiding from them!  Come wade with me through my dirty laundry pile—literally or figuratively, ‘cause I’ve got a lot of that going on too…

My child is dirty.

Bath time–it’s just not happening, folks.  I’d love to work a bath into my son’s bedtime routine, or morning routine, or any routine for that matter.  There just don’t seem to be enough hours in the day.  Most times, it takes poop up his back and/or spit-up matted in the hair at the back of his neck for us to squeeze a bath in for Baby Boy.  It’s sad, but true.  I figure the most important parts of him get a good wipe every time he needs a diaper change, so there’s that.  But, until we get our acts together a little better, most times he’ll have to settle for a quick full-body wipe-down with a diaper wipe, or the occasional real bath at Grandma’s.  I think she’s onto us.

Nursery Success!

Dec 30, 2013 by

I didn’t think I’d be saying this but…OMG you guys, we have a nursery!

Remember where we started?  photo via genagolas

Remember where we started?                     photo via genagolas

It is by no means finished (we still need total wall decor, a new wall light, curtains, fill the dresser drawers with teeny baby clothes and, no, there’s no light bulb in that table lamp and we still need an extension cord to plug it in) BUT we totally PULLED IT OFF this weekend and got most of the room set up.

The ONLY finished room in our house, and fittingly so.  photo via genagolas

The ONLY finished room in our house, and fittingly so.                                                  photo via genagolas

My hubby was awesome getting the room and my hand-me-down dresser painted, and putting up with me as I tried to help.

My constant companion

Dec 16, 2013 by

Good days, bad days, days off, home alone; I’m never exactly by myself these days.

My constant companion has been my sweet Baby Boy that I’ve been carrying around in my belly for the last nine months.

Especially once I could start to feel him move and kick, the idea that he really was with me at all times became obvious.  Never mind my growing belly telling me more of the same; the bigger and stronger he gets, every movement and kick reminds me of my little passenger.

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