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Chunky Monkey

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Every time we pick up Olive these days we feel our backs slowly breaking. This kid, she be gaining weight STEADILY. Which is great.

Things that weigh just as much as Olive:

1) A bag of bricks

2) A cubic yard of wet cement

3) An apartment

She’s currently rounding out her first week of solid foods. We were going to wait until she was 6 months old but we instead made it to 5.5 months. Ya see, we’d be drinking things and eating things and she’d start yelling and reaching for whatever it was. She totally let us know she was ready. The first time she ate rice cereal she ate it like she had been eating it her entire life.

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Like a boss.

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March 15, 2013 at 5:56 am 4 comments

Shhh, this is a whisper post

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Olive is an eater. Not that we’re surprised, both her parents can put down some serious food without batting an eye.

On my first week back to work I was pumping 15-16 ounces of pure, liquid gold during every work day. I remember picking her up from “school” the very first day and learned she drank exactly how much I had pumped that day. I felt kind of awesome.

Then the real stress of being back at work kicked in and my supply started to poop out. I am currently getting anywhere from 9-12 ounces during a work day. I’ll pump 3-4 times a day. And boy is it FUN.

And because Olive has an appetite the size of forever I’ll come home, feed her off my boob, immediately pump off the excess, feed her off my boob before bed, stay up an extra few hours and pump more. Then sometimes I will even set the alarm for the middle of the night for a time she wouldn’t be up feeding so I can pump more. And if I still don’t have the longed for 15 ounces for that day I’ll pump one more time before work, after feeding her from the boob of course.

It’s a lot of freakin’ work.

Alex finally convinced me that giving her ONE (JUST ONE) bottle of formula before she goes to bed isn’t the end of the world. It’s just another source of food to sustain our growing chunk-a-lump.

Writing this post makes it more real, and in turn, makes me feel more guilty. But liberated. But guilty. OH THE GUILT. dammit.

I wanted to be the mom that fed her baby seamlessly for an entire year (at least) with just breast milk. But it didn’t happen…and that’s ok.

Right?

Shhhh. Sometimes I feed my baby formula at night. Shhhh.

February 9, 2013 at 6:05 pm 4 comments

Lately…

We’ve been enjoying an extra wiggly baby whose newest tricks include arching her back while getting her diaper changed, rolling over, giggling, and smiling all the smiles ’til the end of time.

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Returning to work turned out to be a bigger bear than I had anticipated it. Or actually I anticipated it correctly and despite my last post title of “Maybe it won’t be so bad” it was actually harder. I’m We’re still working on it. I try to stay as positive as possible, it’s just hard. Being away from my baby is a very strange feeling. I kind of go numb during the day, the more I think of her the more I miss her and wonder what she’s up to. So I try to push her out of my mind and focus on work, which is a heartbreaking notion and is maddening. At times I feel trapped, at times I enjoy my coworkers and the adult conversation, but most times I’m just fighting back tears.

I’m We’re working on it.

In other news, I painted my nails for the first time since pushing out a baby in September and I feel like a new woman.

Periwinkle blue…thank you.

January 29, 2013 at 5:50 am 2 comments

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