I’m knee deep in writing lately, trying to meet deadlines and be productive and finish projects I’ve fallen so behind on due to- well, life.
But today I have to stop and reflect on one thing: my baby is now 11 months old. Next month he’ll be a year. How is that possible? I remember the morning I went in to have him with so much clarity it literally feels like yesterday. The first 3-4 months passed in such a haze of sleep deprivation, new mom worries, and emotional burnout that I hardly remember them.
So here I am, with a beautiful, hysterical, walking almost-toddler and I just feel overwhelmingly blessed to be his mommy.
That is all.
So, it’s Monday morning and I’m proud to say I’m up, showered, and have already had the first half of my McDonald’s Caramel Iced Coffee. And it’s only 11:15am. Not bad. Baby bear had a weigh-in appointment at his pediatrician today. He’s had a lot of latch-on problems and lost a significant amount of weight when we came back from the hospital. I’ve since been referred to a lactation consultant and have followed a weekend boot camp that has thankfully brought him back up to birth weight! As of this morning, he’s actually 2 oz heavier than when he was born – so yay for that!!! I’m so proud of my little munchkin. He’s eating mommy out of house and home but it’s nice to see him doing well. He’s so much healthier and more alert now that he’s eating properly.
Somehow it’s been an entire (work) week since my last entry. It was hard to keep track of the days that passed in a blur of 2 hour feedings, a crying newborn, a hormonally challenged new mother, and breastfeeding blues. Although it’s been quiet on the blog, things have not been quiet in the Santiago household.
