Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Leaks and Floor Bubbles and New Plans

Welp.  Sometimes you make plans. And sometimes God laughs at your logical planning ways while throwing a great big wrench into your great big plans. 

I had just started thinking about a few projects I might like to work on.  You know....a slow reentry into life beyond the newborn colic.  Then came the wrench....

That's our floor being ripped off the slab.  A couple days ago James noticed a quiet hissing noise near the fridge before he went to bed.  We figured it was the water cycling through the new filter we had just changed.  Oh, if only. 

The next morning we could still hear it, but there we no visible signs of a leak.  So, James planned to pull the fridge out after work for a little investigating. Turns out we wouldn't need to wait that long. 

A couple hours later I noticed bubbles at the seams of the flooring and a distinct squishy sound when walking on said floor planks.  We indeed had a leak.

Within a couple of hours our insurance had connected us with a restoration company and our floors were coming up in soggy chunks.  We now have the worlds loudest fans drying out the ground and are speaking in conversational shouts over the jet engines.....and applying chap stick in liberal amounts thanks to the dehumidifier.

A couple "funny" things....

Just two days prior to this I looked around the family room and thought "I should really take some pictures of this wackadoodle room before I start changing things up".  I don't have any pics of it other than moving day, and I've had the urge to make it feel less like a catch-all yard sale site.  So, I snapped some pics.

Just two days prior to that, I was walking through Home Depot and thought "Hmmm. I know we probably can't afford to do the floors in the kitchen/family room for another year or two, but we should really look to see if they still have the flooring from our living/dining room and stock up as we can before they discontinue it". 

Well, thanks to our insurance, hopefully a whole lot of that flooring will show up here in a few days.  We had to pay a painful deductible, but it was WAY BETTER than the price of paying for someone to fix the problem in total out of pocket. 

This is the second time our insurance has come to our rescue in the past few months (the last time was major body work on our car after an accident).  We're feeling a bit sucker punched, but mostly really grateful.  God has been so faithful to bring good out of our "what the heck?!?!" moments and this is no different.

The family room is also one of our spaces in most need of purging.  Since we're going to have to move out all the furniture for them to replace the floors, we're going to take this week to really purge as we clear things out. 

Aaaaannd since I had already planned on giving this room a little refresh this spring, we may go ahead and knock out some bigger projects that were on the long term list for these rooms.  I'm even thinking I might tackle the kitchen.  Why? Because I belong in the loony bin.....and the last time we took on a kitchen makeover it really displaced us for awhile. Since we're already displaced for the next couple weeks (but thankfully still have a mostly functional kitchen), we may as well take advantage of the construction zone state of the things.  Of course, that all depends on a certain 2 1/2 month old and how much she'll let us get done. 

For now, we continue the purge!  A fitting task for Holy Week, no? 

Thanks so much for reading! We would love to hang out!
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Friday, March 27, 2015

Coffee Break: 40 Bags Progress and Favorite Reads

*Thank you all for you sweet encouragement on my friendship and postpartum depression post.  Seems many of you have been through the same thing (and to a much worse degree).  I'm touched by your stories and am praying for each of you still in the trenches.

It's FRIIIIIIIII-DAAAAY!!!  Oh Friday, how do I love thee. 

And since I haven't been able to finish my post on the latest house project this week, I thought we would resurrect the ole Friday Coffee Break post to catch up.  I've got my coffee con dairy free creamer (experiments in baby fussiness) so let's get to chattin'....

40 Bags in 40 Days

How are my fellow purgers doing?  I was feeling frustrated...well, more like claustrophobic.  Even though we haven't been tackling our spaces at lightening speed, we've still been chugging right along at "I think I can, I think I can" pace.  But the house was feeling even more cluttered than before.  A bag here, a pile there.

I finally picked up all the bags and piles of things purged and loaded them up in the car.  Of course I did not grab a picture because I was too busy patting myself on the back for getting all 4 kids into the car without the baby crying.  Then she started crying. 

30 minutes later that stuff was donated and we came home to a house that was already feeling lighter.  I meant to make a donation run once a week during this process, but we were without a car for awhile, so more had piled up than I realized - a great thing!  And some much needed motivation to keep going!

Here's what we've ditched so far....

1 garbage bag of clothes from our closet
1 garbage bag of random kid stuff
One box full of decor/serving items I simply haven't found a place or use for in the year we've been here.
A bin full of school-type items
About two garbage bags worth of crap (i.e. broken toys, socks with mondo holes, etc.)

We also went through the boys' dresser.  Both of their shirt drawers were stuffed so full you could hardly open/close them and they kept going for the same few shirts on repeat that sit on top.  I mean really #firstworldproblems

Mia's dresser is on the docket this weekend.  I can hardly believe the last week of this 40 day challenge is coming  up.  I'm hoping to lean in and make a big dent in the areas I know we're carrying extra weight. 

Anyone have big weekend plans?  If you're up for relaxing with a few good reads, give these gems a click:

-This flower arrangements post.  I knew about the tape grid trick, but now I'm going to spiral like a boss.

-The homeschool/public/private school debate is always a hot one and as someone who has felt pressure/guilt on both sides I truly appreciated Bonnie's words in this post. I just want to hug her for it.


-My love for the Nester will never end.  Go paint that ugly floor! Because "you can't ruin what you already hate"

-And this trick for how to soften butter quickly....because I'm never prepared enough to have my butter at room temp for baking.

-If you're in need of some eye candy, go drool over Cassie's tile She's documenting the whole process of her kitchen reno and I wish it were a series on Netflix I could sit and binge watch in one all nighter. With dark chocolate M&Ms.

Have a great weekend, Friends!

Thanks so much for reading! We would love to hang out!
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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Friendship & Baby Blues: When Postpartum Depression Comes Knocking

I'm not sure how to describe the last couple weeks.  I wrote that post on the not so glamorous newborn days and then it was like someone with a maniacal laugh turned the dial up a few more notches.  Colic baby with an ear-splitting scream that wants to be held all day, day after day, about sums it up.

I hit my low; my breaking point; my I'm-going-to-hop-on-the-back-of-a-yellow-school-bus-that-comes-down-our-street-for-a-freedom-flight-unless-something-gives point.

We were in a car accident a few weeks ago (just Livy and I).  Thankfully no one was hurt, but our van has been in the shop for repairs and we've been clawing our way through the frigid days of winter at home without any form of escape.  Which is partially OK because Livy was screaming so much I was hesitant to go out in public with her anyway.  Would she fall asleep in her car seat and actually take a long overdue nap?  Or would she rage at the straps holding her in the entire time?  I never knew.  

After weeks of build-up I felt bombarded with thoughts of "what have we done?"  "It was so much easier before she was here..."  "Did we make a mistake?"  "I don't think I can do this anymore. I don't want to do this anymore".

And I hated myself for thinking that way, because I know that she is an absolute gift.  A completely wonderful gift and I was wishing for things to go back the way they were or to zoom forward so I could what....finish a cup of coffee? take a shower in peace?  have some personal space? Get some things done? Get anything done?

Oh those postpartum hormones.  

It is perfectly normal to have those thoughts and frustrations  I knew it in my head but in my utterly exhausted state (mentally, physically and emotionally), I felt desperate.

"For the whole law is fulfilled in one statement, namely, 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself'" Gal 5:14

I'm not good at asking for help. I'm guessing you're not either.  Because women are like that.  People are like that.  We're generally eager to help a friend in need, but when it comes to reaching out for ourselves it somehow feels selfish and weak.  So, I guess it speaks to my desperation that I finally emailed two dear friends asking for their prayers over me and Livy. 

And boy did God answer.  He took that one simple act.....of humbly admitting that I was not doing well...and his flood gates of grace flung wide.

Their encouraging texts and prayers (along with a sob-sesh with my mom on the phone and my husband who already knew how much I was struggling) carried me through that afternoon.  And every time I paced the hall with my screaming baby I took their intentions to prayer to help focus my heart off of my bleeding eardrums.

The next morning my friend called to say she wanted to bring over coffee and donuts.   

But the house?!   the screaming baby?!  my lack of showering?! 

But her request to stop by was less of a request and more of an "I'm coming so make sure the door's unlocked".  By some miracle of miracles I had dressed before I got the baby up that morning, but told her my kids were still clad in pajamas.  So, she brought over her kids in pj's too.

Not only did she bring her kids over to play and give my boys a fun morning with friends, and bring me a cup of happiness from outside the walls of my house, and come bearing donuts just because.....she also brought everything to make us dinner.  When she left for home a couple hours later I had BBQ chicken cooking away in the crock pot, freshly baked cornbread cooling on my stovetop, and veggies ready to pop in the microwave at dinner time. #saint

"bear one another's burdens, and so you will fulfill the law of Christ." Gal 6:2

Here's the thing guys - she's right in the middle of her own trying season.  Her husband is working some intense hours for a couple months and she's doing a lot of solo parenting with her three young kids.  I should be making HER a meal.

But friendship doesn't work so black and white..so even-steven..so I'm worse off than you.  In fact, helping me, ended up helping her too.  Her kids got out of the house to play with friends, we got to catch up over coffee (soul balm every time), and soon half the day had passed with both of us feeling a bit renewed in our solidarity.  Although I definitely made out like a bandit with the meal.

This is community.  This is how we help carry each others burdens.  We actually let each other know we have them.  We let each other into the middle of the mess and don't wait until we start to get things under control first.  It is not weakness to admit that you are struggling and that things are hard.  Many good things are really, really hard.

I didn't want to let my friends know I was struggling, knowing they have enough going on in their own lives.  But that's not the way we were created to handle adversity.  So, when we attempt to suck it up buttercup and trudge along in our isolated misery, it usually doesn't yield a great result (resentment, anger, despair anyone?).

James and I both have incredibly giving parents.  Whenever we try to reject their generosity my parents have responded many times, "don't rob us of the joy in blessing you".  In a similar way I think we can do that in our friendships.  When we hold back from each other, even with good intentions not to inconvenience someone else, we can rob each other of the joy and privilege of praying for one another...of serving each other....of being a vehicle of grace.  And even of blessing them.  Because that's the kind of God we have - one who can take a single burden shared and turn it into a blessing for two. It's some kind of crazy Holy Spirit math ;)

The worst part of that baby stress peak was how guilty I felt for my thoughts and my inability to control them.  But as a friend gently reminded me, we can not condemn ourselves for the ways we respond in our humanity to the muck.  They simply remind us of our need for a Savior and how much we need each other.

*I'm not a health care professional, nor an expert on postpartum depression, but I have experienced the baby blues to varying degrees after each of my children.  There's no shame in letting your loved ones know you're struggling, especially if you're experiencing postpartum depression/baby blues symptoms that last for more than two weeks, are getting worse, make it hard for you to care for your baby, make it hard to complete daily tasks, and/or include thoughts of harming yourself or your baby.  Not getting help isn't "suffering well "or being stoic. That's the time to allow community (and good doctors!) to help you.  If you aren't sure what you're experiencing, you can read more on PPD here and give your OB a ring.

**Livy seemed to turn a corner a few days ago...so, in turn I have too.   Its the only way I was able to finish writing this post :)

Thanks so much for reading! We would love to hang out!
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Friday, March 13, 2015

40 Bags Weekly Recap: The Tupperware Abyss

Happy Friday, friends!  Are you ready for the weekend?  Dumb question.

Last week was a week. Our main car has been in the shop for over a week now, taking winter cabin fever with a colicky baby to a whole new level. 

Thankfully, the temps climbed into the 50's for TWO DAYS and it was like a massive block party with neighbors running out to the vitamin D in droves. It was even warm enough for this little girl to take her stroller for a test drive.  How is she so big already?!?!
(as seen on the Insta)

Anyhow! Today we're checking in with a 40 Bags In 40 Days update.  I'm still fighting the desire to do it all at once or not at all.  This task is so big and I don't have the time or energy to do it in one chunk. Which is the point right? The whole purpose is to make a little progress each day which adds up to a lot in the end. So, I'm like Dory up in here when it comes to progress - just keep swimming, just keep swimming....

I'm still plugging away at purging all the cabinets in our kitchen/family room area.  And these two above our pantry may have taken the tiara for "Most Likely To Drive My Husband To Insanity".  I joke.  But not. 
My rockstar husband has been getting the kids up in the mornings because his wife doesnt function during that part of the day for awhile now.  He also makes Mia's lunch for school and his own to take along to work. Finding what he needed in this abyss was simply a delight.

These cabinets are really deep so this is just the first layer.  Who knows what was shoved behind all this....
 Well, I do now.  After we pulled everything out I discovered all our picnic/outdoor dining stuff (paper and plastic ware, serving trays, and a plastic pitcher).  As well as some other randomness.

The main task was to get a handle on the ridiculous tupperware situation and weed out anything that didn't belong there.

We moved all the picnic items to a cupboard in big bar thingy,  ditched any tupperware pieces that had lost their partner to the recycle bin, and organized the rest.   James is much taller than I am at 6'4", so we put the lunch boxes and items I don't access as much on the top shelf.  All our remaining tupperware and some paper plates went to the bottom.

One of the most frustrating things about this cabinet was trying to grab the right travel mug....it was like attempting to remove a bowling pin from the center of the gaggle without knocking the rest of them over.  Strike every time.

So, we used an extra basket to corral all the cups and lids into one contained spot.

A couple months ago (when we were making/freezing food in prep for baby) we grabbed a bulk pack of these medium tupperware containers from Costco.  And we love them. I've purchased the variety packs with various sizes before, but we really don't need 12 different options of shapes and sizes.  Large, medium, and small will do the trick for us.
Obviously, we kept a few other sizes for the time being.  Now that we've actually excavated all our tupperware, we're going to pay attention to which ones we use the most, then ditch the rest.

It felt so good to finally address this black hole!  It even gave me motivation to tackle the rest of the pantry. Sure it took me 3 days, but it's done. I have two more kitchen cupboards to tackle, then we'll be moving on to another zone.  Huzzah!

I'm also still working on this desk area....

I'm breaking up my old office between the desk above and an equally disastrous area I've carved out in our master bedroom. 

Those gems are comin' up next week.

This small way of doing....this progress made in inches.  It is so against my nature.  Dang it, I just want two uninterrupted hours (when I'm not exhausted at the end of the day) to knock _______out. But that's not my current reality.  Once I stopped whining and accepted my turtle existence of slow and steady, would you believe we actually started to see some real progress. 

How are you faring?  What's been your hardest area to deal with so far?  If you haven't jumped in yet, it's never too late to start!

Thanks so much for reading! We would love to hang out!
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Thursday, February 26, 2015

40 Bags Weekly Recap: Cupboards and The Holding Area

We have this weird/awkward/questionable peninsula of cabinetry between our kitchen and family room.  The kitchen was an add-on about 20 years ago and I think the cabinets were part of the old kitchen they decided to keep.  I'm not sure if I love it or hate it.  We're not even sure what to call it..... 

 (look at her on move-in day in all her green glory...)

Is it "the island"?  No, that would be the kitchen island with bar stools.

Then is it "the counter"?  Not nearly specific enough.

Usually I refer to it as "the big bar thingy".  And I love the big bar thingy when we're hosting people at our house.  It's the perfect place to set out food and still keep the kitchen clear for food prep and all the dirty dishes.

But it also cuts the room in half and has created way more furniture placement drama than any one person should have in their life.  How hard can it be to find a spot for the couch in such a big open space?? The answer is stupidly hard.  Anyway. I digress.

What I DO love about big bar thingy (in addition to the great serving space) is the extra storage we have in the cabinetry.  I wanted to make sure we were taking full advantage of them, so they were the first target in my 40 Bags in 40 Days purge.

Since the goal is to tackle a small area each day, I divided this up over the course of 3 days (small drawers, big drawers, and cabinets).  Truth be told I still haven't touched the cabinets on the left side that house our school and craft supplies. Because it scares me.

 Here are some of the things we ditched....

-Phone books and directories - the ones we've never opened and contain info we typically look up online.  Into the recycle bin.

-Serving dishes - I used to have a serious excess of serving dishes, but over the years I've found that I typically use the same ones whenever we entertain and they are mostly white or clear.  Dishes I haven't used in over a year went to the donate pile. 

-Table linens - just like our serving dishes, I tend to have my go-to's for table linens.  Anything I hadn't used in over a year (or ever!  Some still had their clearance steal tags) went to the donate bin.  Seasonal or holiday specific linens were pulled and store away in our holiday bins.

-Pens - when I got to the junk drawer, I realized it was a magnet for pens and markers that do not work.  Trash.  All of them.

Side note...a couple years ago I used an extra silverware tray to organize our junk drawer and it's worked swimmingly.

We also repurposed the drawers in a way that made sense.  The two small drawers on the left are dedicated to batteries and candles/flashlights.  The other two are the designated junk drawer and a drawer of miscellaneous household/hardware items.  The center drawers hold serving utensils and linens, serving dishes, and outdoor/picnic items.

I will deal with the counterspace when all is said and done but I think we could use some sort of charging station.  And binky storage?

I actually cleared off the counter space before purging the cabinets.  I didn't grab a pic, but just imagine piles.  Lots and lots of piles, merging into one counter-sized mega pile.  It felt so good to finally have that space clean and clear, but once we started going through the rest of the drawers/cabinets I found little piles started forming all over again.  #commenceeyetwitch

It made me realize that it really is helpful to have a designated holding or working area when purging like this.  I pulled several items from big bar thingy that will be relocated to other spaces.  Spaces I have not yet purged and organized.  So, they need an area to hang out until their new spot is ready.  Which means I just need to get over stuff being on the countertop.  It's never clear for long anyway.

Next up is that desk area nearby.  

It's going to become my new little home management area since I no longer have my beloved office.  It's much smaller than the area we just tackled, but there's a LOT more stuff shoved into those drawers.

This room is proving to be a challenge for me to deal with....I have a grand vision for the space that includes painting the cabinets and walls, a treatment for the fireplace and lots of fun details.  I want to do it all at once, all right now!

But this challenge is not about the pretty.  Not yet.  First the purging, then the organizing, then the finishing touches.  It's one of those spaces that is going to come together slowly, as budget and time allow.   So while I really want to run out and buy paint, I'm trying to stay focused on the dirty work.  Which really does feel great to check off the list. 

How are my fellow purgers faring?  What areas have you cleared out?  Are you staying motivated?  I've been really inconsistent.  Skipping days and then doubling up on others.  I feel like I need to get in a better routine or rythm...like maybe a certain time each day when James is home to occupy the kids.  What's your approach?

Thanks so much for reading! We would love to hang out!
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Thursday, February 19, 2015

The (Not So Glamorous) Newborn Days

Thank you so much for your sweet comments and congrats on the newest Crinion!  In that post, I mentioned that the past few weeks have been....hard.  I don't know how many times I've reworked this post because I don't want to complain about something so truly wonderful.  But I also feel there's a misconception of where beauty is found in those first weeks with a new baby.  Spoiler alert - it's not in strutting around in your postpartum bod, tummy miraculously flat and perfect hair and makeup.

Now be forewarned, if terms associated with childbirth and nursing make you squeamish you may want to skip this one and just scroll through for the cute baby pics. I promise you some house and organizing projects are coming up.  But first, life with a newborn....

Feeling bad for all the radio silence since Livy's birth, I finally posted this pic on Instagram

the not so glamorous newborn days

I had been waiting until I could take a shower, find clothes that disguised the postpartum everything, and actually do something with my hair.  But alas, that magical trifecta has not yet manifested.  I was taken aback at your encouraging comments on that pic and it's really what triggered the desire to write this post.

I hope this doesn't sound completely wretched, but it seems to be baby season around my social media land and all the pictures are "Yay!  Our baby is here!  We're so in love!"

And I love my baby too, but I wondered....while holding my beautiful 4th child screaming from a stubborn bubble/poop/gas conundrum, my nipples sore and cracked from the first week of nursing, my postpartum gut keeping me out of any clothes without a stretchy waistband (not exactly a complaint at this point)....and really.....was I the only one who wasn't relishing in newborn baby bliss?  I mean, this isn't my first rodeo here, so shouldn't I at least have it more together?
the not so glamorous newborn days

And friends, we are totally BLESSED.  We have big babies (all born around 9.5 lbs with the exception of my "little" guy Sully who was 8 lbs 9 oz), which means they are generally good eaters (read: holy cow are my nipples still there) but they also tend to sleep a bit longer at night.  Livy is no exception. It could be the hearty eating, the good weight, ooooor sheer exhaustion from the two hours of colicky raging during the evening hours that precede her bedtime. It's a toss up.

So, if we're getting 4-5 hr stretches at night, and nursing every 2.5-3 hrs during the day, why are we still so dang tired?!? And why am I not overwhelmed with all the feelings of "this is the best thing ever!"? 
the not so glamorous newborn days

Some days it seems like the only time she's not screaming is when she's eating or asleep.  I hate wishing she would just conk out and go back to dreamland.  I love the rare moments when she's calm and awake.  I'm looking forward to the day we have a lot more of those and less of the ear-splitting form of communication.  It's so hard to see your baby in discomfort and not be able to sooth her. 

I can still remember the days at the hospital and then home with our first baby, Mia.  After 23 hrs of labor and 1.5 hrs of pushing, I had a beautiful 9lb 8oz daughter and a nice helping of 3rd degree tearing.   I was so exhausted from hours of walking the hospital halls trying to help labor progress and was in so much discomfort from the tearing that I could barely hold Mia.  I remember crying in that hospital bed because I would feed her and then immediately need (even want) to just hand her off to James for some relief.  She also received bottled formula in the hospital, so she was not happy about my very slow let down.  Her and James actually bonded more in the hospital than her and I did.

I thought it would get better once we were home, but Mia had a "fussy hour", which was more like three, where she was simply inconsolable.  The only thing that semi-soothed her was James pacing the house with her in his arms.  Nursing was a fight (despite being a trained lactation educator) and incredibly painful at first.  My recovery was so much harder than anything I had anticipated and I hated feeling so unlike myself.

I really didn't bond with my baby until several weeks after we were home....and I felt like the worse mother on the planet. It seems silly to me now, but it was a very real feeling of disappointment and failure.

Livy is very much like Mia with a fussy time in the evening.  Her scream is LOUD and after pacing with her for two hours while she wails in my ear, I usually have a splitting headache behind my left eye that will. not. quit. Put that on repeat every day and it sucks.  For both of us.  But I also know that it will not always be this way.

She will not always scream so loud I question my own hearing loss and I'm not a terrible mother if I can't sooth her every cry.  I'm OK with admitting that this is a struggle, no matter how many babies fill the nest.  I might have a bit more perspective with baby #4, but lets be honest - this work is hard.

I find it almost humorous (and I stress almost) that some of the most selfless and exhausting work we will do is required of us when we are physically weak, mentally foggy, and riding an unpredictable hormonal emotion-coaster.  Seriously.  What was God thinking with that one?  I have asked Him this many times over the past couple weeks (in a bit of a toddleresque whine), but maybe he knew exactly what he was doing, Right out of the parenting gates, we will never have enough strength or wisdom to get through the long road of parenthood alone.  We need him from the very start and for every stage going forward. We do our best...which some days is simply showing up, and God meets us in our humanity with grace for that moment.
the not so glamorous newborn days

After a series of back to back screaming-spitup-hold-me-constantly days, I was hitting a breaking point.  I sent a lovely message to James telling him so.  He responded with words I didn't know my heart needed - Keep at it.  Don't give up. You're doing a great job and she's lucky to have you  #cuewaterworks

Even a veteran mom needs to hear that.  We need to hear it to get us through the newborn days, heck that whole first year, but also to get us through the toddler trenches...and when those toddlers turn into big kids...and tween territory...and certainly beyond.  No matter how seasoned or new you are to motherhood, we all need the reassurance that our efforts are worth it.  Because being a parent is not easy.   Our best efforts don't always feel very heroic or effective, but the simple act of staying in the fight (even when it's not very pretty) is how we love.  And love always wins.  (Right Mary?) 

The beauty of these newborn days is absolutely in the gift of your child, but it's also in your daily sacrifice.  In the way you tend to your child even when your body is screaming for rest.  In your commitment to your motherhood even when you question why and how you got there.  

So, to all the first time mamas that may be wondering why no one told them how hard this would be (or to the mom of many who sort of forgot), I'm with you.  And I promise, it does get better.  With our other kids, I remember the clouds parting and a glimmer of hope at normalcy breaking through around the 6-8 week mark. I was a truly colicky baby and my mom said it finally improved around 4 months.  Each baby is different, but it will not be this way forever. 

In the meantime, embrace the little victories.  Celebrate the day that dang umbilical stump falls off....give thanks for the day nursing doesn't hurt quite as much as it did the day before (you're on the downhill!) or the day he takes a bottle and doesn't throw it all back up when he "burps".....do a little happy dance when you can finally downgrade from DEF-CON diaper-size pad status for your own recovery/self-care....and just know that before long, you will be in much easier days and pants that fit.  Or better yet, just get yourself a good pair of jeans that fit you now and you'll feel a whole lot better.

I'm off to console my daughter who is refusing to nap in her crib, but will probably fall right asleep if I hold her for the next two hours. Solidarity, Sisters!

Thanks so much for reading! We would love to hang out!
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