Progress!
Toot toot!
Well, ladies and gentlemen, my fast is going SWIMMINGLY! I may be tooting my own horn, but I'm loving the results I'm seeing. It's only been a week, but I've lost 6 pounds (what!) and have already noticed my waist getting a little smaller. Needless to say, I'm definitely going to stick with this and see what happens over the next month or so. I should mention, however, that two days into my fast I had a dream that I had eaten some In-N-Out and was trying to hide the evidence from Mark. OMG I had a guilty conscience and I hadn't even partook in it!
Memories!
My little peanut (or I should say, our little peanut since Mark made her, too) is now 7 months old, and is just as cute as can be.
As I sit here and try to think of something worth writing about, my mind starts to wander as I reflect on these last several months. When we first brought her home from the hospital, I had NO CLUE what I was doing. It felt like I had brought this alien into my home and I was seriously lacking the necessary training to take care of it. Thankfully, my mom stayed with us for a little while and was able to answer my questions and help me build my confidence. But still - I'm still learning what to do and how to properly care for my child. While I was still pregnant, I had read a quote that said, "If you're worried at all about being a good parent, you're going to be a good parent." That helped ease my anxiety a little, but I'm still worried that I'm not doing enough. For instance, am I spending enough one on one time with her? Does she have enough developmental toys? Does she do enough tummy time? Does she eat enough solid food? Do I read to her enough? All these thoughts go through my head, and then I realize that I have a healthy and thriving baby who is reaching her milestones so I must be doing OK!
Looking back on her newborn days... those were rough. I'm fortunate to not have developed postpartum depression. Had I not had the support of Mark, my family, and my friends I very easily could have gone down that road. I did have nights where I cried into my pillow because I was mourning the life that I had before baby. Things had gotten so much more complicated and I missed the simplicity of just being a wife. I had turned into a wife and mother, and I was unprepared for the emotional changes that came with it. However, as the days, weeks, and months went on I settled into a routine, learned Bailey's cues, and we became more and more comfortable with each other.
I sometimes still doubt myself and her connection to me, but we were at the doctor's office last week for her scheduled checkup and as he was examining her, she kept looking to Mark and me for guidance and reassurance (or so he said). Then it hit me. She trusts me. WHAT?! Is this really happening?! Do we really have that connection after all? It's such a wonderful feeling knowing I'm doing something right.
Time is flying by and she'll be a year old before I know it. For now, I'm going to enjoy these moments of her being relatively immobile - she's rolling and sitting up but is nowhere near capable of destroying the house and wreaking havoc just yet. We'll have plenty of time for that when she's a little older.
Real-time pic!
We look like goobers but this is only picture out of 10 or so where she was halfway looking at the camera and not all over lol. She just woke up from her nap and she's a little ball of energy right now = very distracted.
Til next time!
I'm going to try ("try" being the operative word) to keep up with this weekly, so hopefully I'll see you all next Wednesday!
Well, ladies and gentlemen, my fast is going SWIMMINGLY! I may be tooting my own horn, but I'm loving the results I'm seeing. It's only been a week, but I've lost 6 pounds (what!) and have already noticed my waist getting a little smaller. Needless to say, I'm definitely going to stick with this and see what happens over the next month or so. I should mention, however, that two days into my fast I had a dream that I had eaten some In-N-Out and was trying to hide the evidence from Mark. OMG I had a guilty conscience and I hadn't even partook in it!
Memories!
My little peanut (or I should say, our little peanut since Mark made her, too) is now 7 months old, and is just as cute as can be.
As I sit here and try to think of something worth writing about, my mind starts to wander as I reflect on these last several months. When we first brought her home from the hospital, I had NO CLUE what I was doing. It felt like I had brought this alien into my home and I was seriously lacking the necessary training to take care of it. Thankfully, my mom stayed with us for a little while and was able to answer my questions and help me build my confidence. But still - I'm still learning what to do and how to properly care for my child. While I was still pregnant, I had read a quote that said, "If you're worried at all about being a good parent, you're going to be a good parent." That helped ease my anxiety a little, but I'm still worried that I'm not doing enough. For instance, am I spending enough one on one time with her? Does she have enough developmental toys? Does she do enough tummy time? Does she eat enough solid food? Do I read to her enough? All these thoughts go through my head, and then I realize that I have a healthy and thriving baby who is reaching her milestones so I must be doing OK!
Looking back on her newborn days... those were rough. I'm fortunate to not have developed postpartum depression. Had I not had the support of Mark, my family, and my friends I very easily could have gone down that road. I did have nights where I cried into my pillow because I was mourning the life that I had before baby. Things had gotten so much more complicated and I missed the simplicity of just being a wife. I had turned into a wife and mother, and I was unprepared for the emotional changes that came with it. However, as the days, weeks, and months went on I settled into a routine, learned Bailey's cues, and we became more and more comfortable with each other.
I sometimes still doubt myself and her connection to me, but we were at the doctor's office last week for her scheduled checkup and as he was examining her, she kept looking to Mark and me for guidance and reassurance (or so he said). Then it hit me. She trusts me. WHAT?! Is this really happening?! Do we really have that connection after all? It's such a wonderful feeling knowing I'm doing something right.
Time is flying by and she'll be a year old before I know it. For now, I'm going to enjoy these moments of her being relatively immobile - she's rolling and sitting up but is nowhere near capable of destroying the house and wreaking havoc just yet. We'll have plenty of time for that when she's a little older.
Real-time pic!
We look like goobers but this is only picture out of 10 or so where she was halfway looking at the camera and not all over lol. She just woke up from her nap and she's a little ball of energy right now = very distracted.
Til next time!
I'm going to try ("try" being the operative word) to keep up with this weekly, so hopefully I'll see you all next Wednesday!
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