Yesterday we took our first family outing where we went to not one but two different Target stores to buy Colin a swing. He absolutely loves it, as evidenced by the fact that he will actually sleep there. And that means that I love it too. We still spend nights with him sleeping on my chest, Joe passed out beside us, with me drifting back and forth between sleep and semi-awareness. Spending twelve hours in bed assures me about 6-7 hours of actual sleep, so the days have gotten shorter and the nights have gotten longer but manageable.
I'm loving nursing, except for the cracked nipples which evidently mean I'm just doing it wrong, but Colin is happy and as long as he's not cluster feeding it's not really all that painful. I'm just trying to work on my technique and applying gobs of lanolin while airing my nipples as much as possible. Mostly I wonder why I even bother wearing a shirt since it never actually covers anything. Well, except my weird squashy belly that frankly kind of frightens me. I can't wait to be cleared for exercise just so I can work on melting this thing back to a normal shape.
Hmm, this has been a fairly rambling and incoherent post so let me just sum up by saying:
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Seriously, I am not sure if my ovaries can tolerate your new baby. Dying from the cuteness!
We loved our swing. LOVED it. I would have died without it. She napped there, sometimes for 3-4 hours, mostly. I don't recall her ever sleeping there at night but that was b/c she was in bed with me, which was nice and cozy.
I am so glad things are going well for you!
Now, more pics please.
Dear Colin: I WOULD kiss you, Irish or not, if only I were close enough! You are so squishable and darling!
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