My Two Men

Well, Nate had to go back to work today.  The house is not quite as fun without him, I'll be honest.  There was something so amazing about the three of us just being holed up for two weeks, like a beautiful adventure.  I have literally missed him all day (I know - I'm so cheesy!).

And I should be snagging a nap, but I can't help sharing pictures with you, just in case you're as enamored with my baby as I am.  Look at this proud daddy and this amazingly precious little bundle.  I have the two most handsome, most wonderful men in the world, don't you think?

So as we speak, I'm listening to Milo try to cry himself to sleep. Poor baby. We let him sleep pretty much all day yesterday because of the circumcision. BAD idea, because when he started feeling chipper in the middle of the night, he kept us awake for hours. We're working on getting back on the schedule today. It's amazing how one day can send all that hard work straight to h-e-double hockey sticks.  Here's to hard lessons learned from parenthood. :)

C-Day

Oh my poor little Milo.

Today was C-Day for him. In other words, let me be a typical mom and air my babyson's private business. He had his circumcision this morning, and I'm not sure who's more traumatized, Milo, or Nate and I. I think his feelings are genuinely hurt, and Nate and I are scarred because we could hear him crying from the procedure room the whole time. My heart hurts just typing that. I mean, for goodness sake, I can't even sit still while he cries himself to sleep.

My poor little Milo.

Photo updates

He was actually looking out the window - mama's little dreamer.

Poor Milo's feelings were so hurt when I gave him his sponge bath earlier today!

Here he is, just looking like a little man.

Doesn't he look like he's trying to tell me something funny?

And here he looks like he's laughing pretty hard at us.

Mommy Lessons Part 1

So I've officially been a mommy for 9 days now.  And in those 9 days, I've learned quite a bit already.

Number one, Mommy's shower always comes last.  Unless Mommy sneaks out of bed before the crack of dawn and showers in the dark, and let's just be honest - when you've only had 3 hours of sleep, your priorities tend to change a bit.

Number two, I will do anything, absolutely anything, to make sure my babyson is okay.  Take, for example, the first two days of breastfeeding, when I was positive that poor Milo was starving and I was calling everyone I could think of in tears.  I remember thinking, "I will show anyone my boobs if they will just make them work right!" (Don't get excited - the offer is now off the table and Milo is eating like a champ.)

Number three, I am married to the perfect daddy.  There's something incredibly sexy about a man who is absolutely smitten with his baby.  And there's something even sexier about a man who volunteers to change a poopy diaper.  Remember how I mentioned in number one that your priorities tend to change a bit?

Number four, I am a sucker.  Now, this definitely needs to change, because I understand that babies cry.  And sometimes they even have to cry themselves to sleep.  But poor Milo had such a rough entrance to the world, and there's a circumcision on the way, so I feel like I have to shelter him from just a bit of trauma right now and hold him as much as possible...  I wonder if he knows yet what a sucker I am?

And finally, number five, I no longer care when and where I fall asleep, as long as Milo's safe and happy.  Heck, I don't even care that I sleep with my mouth wide open, and Nate took a picture and sent it to our friends and family.  Because honestly, Milo sleeps exactly the same way, so there's another way he takes after me and I love it. 

MOST UNFLATTERING PICTURE EVER!!!

So there are my simple mommy lessons.  I can't wait for the many more that are to follow, especially when they turn out to be a little more practical.  I have some SuperMoms around me to live up to!

More Milo

I know I've mentioned before that Milo was somewhat of a miracle before he ever entered the world.  He's even more of one than I ever could have known.

When Milo was born, he wasn't breathing.  It was a rough delivery, and he was literally stuck, not coming out.  He was face up, and my doctor had to turn him.  They finally had to use the little vacuum to give him that extra pull to come out.  And then he wasn't breathing.  It was, in fact, the most terrifying moment of my life.  There was my beautiful boy, but he was limp, and gray, and there was no cry... 

The doctor quickly cut the umbilical cord and handed him off to several nurses, who then pushed a magical red button, and a small army immmediately rushed in to surround him.  They were compressing his little chest.  They used the bag of oxygen.  And after the longest few minutes of my life, I heard a tiny cry.  Only then did I realize that I was weeping.  I looked at Nate and he began to cry as well.  Our tiny little babyson was all right.  In fact, once he started crying, he began screaming, and then decided that he would be as alert as possible and check out any and everyone who came through the room.  Not only did he start breathing, but after every check-up from every doctor and nurse, they gave the same diagnosis.  "He's perfect." 

Thank you, Lord, my little babyson is more than fine, he's perfect.  And after an hour and a half of doctors and nurses sewing me back together, I got to hold and kiss and feed my perfect little gift.  He is truly a miracle.

Milo and I spend a lot of time lying on the couch together... since I can't sit down!

Sage brought a new toy for Milo, and he didn't seem to know what to think.  Good to know he's mastered the stank-eye already.

Thinking brilliant thoughts...

One of my favorite sights - Milo with his proud daddy.  I think he's giving him a hug here, which is appropriate, because his sleeper says, "I love HUGS" on the front.

HE'S HERE!!!

Well, he arrived.  I went to the hospital Tuesday night to have some medicine to help my stubborn cervix get on a roll, and it just sent me straight into labor.  And my beautiful Milo Jay was born Wednesday morning, December 29, at 10:04; 7 pounds, 7 ounces, 20 inches long.  I don't think I have to mention that he has completely stolen our hearts.

I'll give you the dramatic tale of his birth another day.  For now, I'd just like to let you see a photo or two of the most amazing little child the world has ever seen.