i had a baby and so did approximately 20 other people i know. so yeah, big deal.
i feel like every day i am doused in pixie dust and encouraging bible verses. that is what it is like. that part is a big deal, but i guess those 20 other people get the pixie dust sprinkle too. good for them. but look at my baby.
of course before the magic dust comes the labor or better yet, the laboring. and then after the laboring everyone wants to know..."does he sleep through the night?" and the answer is "no, he doesn't." he gets hungry every couple of hours. heck, i get hungry every couple of hours.
there is no pixie dust when you have your baby naturally. i had a little gatorade, but that was about it. i gave a lot of lip. a little bit of "shut up" and "stop touching me". a lot of the "f" word. but yeah, my boy came out all fine and dandy and the world is better for it. i am asking for forgiveness for the back talk.
he was born in July. we named him Ignatius. freak out, now calm down, no come back down...yes, Ignatius. my standard response, "when you have a kid, you can name them whatever you want." that is sort of how the game is played.
iggy pop, mowgli, and i make a pretty good team. we will need to recruit a few more star players to win the championship ring and all...but we will start by trying to win our division. i will settle for division champs for now.
sidenote: being a mom is fucking mind blowing.
i am still carrying around the envy of all flat abbed beyotches out there: a fancy brown line and 450393458 extra pounds around the middle. the older your baby gets the less people compliment you on how good you look (a friend, you know who you are, said this...). let's not lie, we all care. "it takes time, you just had a baby." shut your mouths.
my breastfeeding has gone from in privacy of my own bedroom to the public arena for the world to see. i have no shame.
i go with the flow. co sleeping, on demand feeding, you know all those things that will turn him into a pansy. so please comment away about all that. if i am still doing it when he is 5, call CPS, but at 2 months...its my way or the highway.
if you saw him, you would do whatever he wanted too.
faithsalutes my son, wherein lies all promise.
Holla! Glad you're back to blogging, for today that is. No doubt in my mind as to whether or not you are a fabulous mom. In case you were wondering, which you weren't but still. I said it. Own it. Love it.
Posted by: Nini Lettner | September 29, 2011 at 04:29 PM
Good to read your words, friend. I've gotta meet your squirt someday.
Posted by: erin | September 29, 2011 at 04:42 PM
if you co-sleep with our baby you will roll over and crush him. if you feed on demand he will grow into an adult with no self-control. if don't lose the weight before six weeks it gets harder and harder to loose. sorry, i don't have one for feeding in public. miss you!
Posted by: meris | September 30, 2011 at 01:02 PM