....he wears his bow ties on Saturdays. He's a serious baby. Or training to be a chip 'n dales dancer...either way, either way :)
All is good in the Motha'hood! My husband and I are parents to one amazingly happy baby boy. I go to bed every night curled up next to him (as close as you can get to a baby in a basket) and I thank God and every single one of my lucky stars for the day I just shared with this amazing boy Zach. I know how truly lucky and blessed I am to have him here and I do not take one single moment for granted. Poopy diaper blow outs are funny to me, spit up down my bra is welcomed and hungry cries at 2am make me happy..seriously. After years of silence in our home it sounds so dang good to us! Life is good once again and it's all thanks to him...and God...and science :) Don't get me wrong I'm facing the same challenges that most working Mom's do. I'm super tired and a bit forgetful. I have a hard time focusing on work when I am trying to do laundry, pump milk, eat a meal and get a shower in all during nap time. Especially when nap time also includes me checking in on him 5 to 30 (approximately) times, you know just to make sure he is still breathing. That's normal Mommy behavior riiiight?? It's what's normal for this Mommy I guess I just have to own that.
I've been thinking I should start up at this blogging thing for sometime but you know how it goes, baby is born, make milk, brain goes to mush, work begins, brain gets mushier, pump milk in car while driving to wedding to work, mushier still etc, etc. I'm totally pumping milk as I type. Yeah that just happened. I pump milk while on the phone, editing, eating breakfast, feeding Zach, folding laundry, cleaning bottles, in the car, at the in laws house, in bathroom lounges at wedding receptions & pretty much anywhere else that I can safely (and at least semi privately) hook up my hooters and sit for 20mins. I've been exclusively pumping since we took Zachary home from the hospital (the 2nd time..oh yes there was a 2nd hospital stay due to jaundice & his tongue tie making it hard for him to nurse properly causing him to loose too much weight and his bilirubin levels went way up, not good!). After he got used to a bottle at the hospital, nursing seemed like waaay too much work for this guy so I decided I will pump and pump until I can't pump no more (or until he is a year old, whichever comes first). I rented one of those crazy hospital grade pumps and it turns out I'm pretty good at making milk because my freezer ended up getting pretty full. So full of frozen breast milk in fact that we could no longer put adult food in there. So I decided to donate some of my milk to another Mama who was in need. It's a long story but we have a mutual friend that set the whole thing up. This Mama had a serious medical condition that started after her son was born and now she can't nurse him anymore but she really wanted to give him breast milk. She came over with her little guy (2 months old and super cute) & we sat and talked for a bit about how weird it was to be taking my frozen breast milk (since we had just met) home in her cooler haha. I told her we just needed to think of it as food, not so much my bodily fluids but just baby food. We talked about Mama bear type stuff and it was nice. She was super appreciative about the whole thing and I was kind of looking at it as a tribute to my Ellie. I never got to nurse her, my milk came in after she passed and it was so flipping sad. I remember balling my eyes out at 2am when I woke up to use the bathroom and realized that my milk had come in, just a reminder of all of the waste of life that was happening. So to have this extra milk now, I kind of feel like my body is still trying to feed my two babies. It just kind of makes sense for me to help to feed another baby.
Well that's the scoop here in the land of Zach, Zach Mattson. I'm off to the grocery store (don't hate!) haha. ~Mama Mattson
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