Wendy likes being a little papoose! <3
9 months ago · 5 notes
9 months ago · 5 notes · Reblogged from hey-sucka
Sleeping beauty.
She’s learning how to sleep in her crib for longer periods at a time. And by longer periods I mean 30-40 minutes. She much prefers to be cuddled by her mum but she’s slowly learning.
9 months ago · 5 notes
This is the first day of my life.
9 months ago · 10 notes
Typing this with one hand.
I’m becoming a master at doing things with one hand. Wendy is sleeping, tucked in my other arm.
I love my life. I love my husband. I love my sweet baby. She is so perfect in every way. I’m already so proud of her. She is a champion at breastfeeding. She’d learned to latch about 15 minutes after birth and continues to excel. Even the nurses were in awe of her.
I can’t believe she is already four days old. My baby.
9 months ago · 8 notes
I want my baby.
10 months ago · 3 notes
10 months ago · 6 notes · Reblogged from hey-sucka
Lately I feel like two different women.
The first woman is calm, patient and confident in the knowledge that she’s gained through reading and researching the whole birth and baby experience. She’s a strong doctor-defying, intervention-and-induction-avoiding, birth-plan-writing, tea-drinking, natural-labor-wanting, “she’ll be here when she is ready” type of woman.
I am this woman most of the time.
The other percentage of time I am a woman that doubts herself and her body’s ability to do what’s necessary to have this baby. She hasn’t had as much as a single contraction, so far as she knows. This includes Braxton Hicks, false labor or any other classification of contraction. The second woman worries that her body won’t know what to do. She’s had several doctor’s appointments riddled with “Nothing going on down there” and “Still no contractions?”—oh and this one is the best “Wow, feels like you’ve been pregnant forever!” Not to mention the several thousand texts and phone calls that come in each day wanting to know if there’s change. The second woman feels like she’ll be pregnant for eternity
There was a moment today when I was the second woman. Just for a moment. In exasperation I thought to myself, I just need a sign that my body knows what it’s doing.
Just after I thought this second-woman thought I looked in the mirror and immediately felt guilty for having second guessed my body’s natural abilities. My body knows what it’s doing. It’s safely carried and nurtured this baby thus far and she’s healthy and growing and perfect.
Just like I did when saw those two pink lines but didn’t feel pregnant, just like I did on all of those days when I couldn’t feel the baby, just like I did when I had to wait months in between doctor visits, I have to trust that my body knows what it’s doing even though I cannot see it or look into the future to see an outcome.
10 months ago · 8 notes
Come on, let’s have a baby!
Now that I’m back from my last little trip (drove 3 hours away to see family) before the baby arrives and our anniversary has passed, I’m ready for my baby. I’m almost 38 weeks and I’m finally ready.
I’m ready to hold her, feel her baby warmth through the swaddling blanket, touch the tip of her bitty little nose, count her fingers, kissing each one as I do.
I’m ready to hear her little grunts and sounds as she shifts to get comfortable. I’m ready to see her bright little eyes open and just stare into my face.
I’m ready to watch my husband cuddle her close and whisper to her while my heart just swells with happiness.
I just want to meet my little Wendy bird.
10 months ago · 7 notes
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