Thursday, February 11, 2010

I love my Moby D!

I decided a while back in my pregnancy that I wanted to get a moby wrap. It's basically this big long fabric that you strategically fold and tie so that you can wear your baby. Yes, I said wear your baby. And I didn't even have any idea back when I ordered mine that I would be so attached to my boy and unable to put him down!

If you buy your moby from their site, you're going to end up paying $60 before shipping. I was lucky enough to get mine on eBay, brand new, for $15. Woo hoo!

It took me two tries to get it right, but now Daven is snuggled close to mommy and mommy has both hands free to blog! Oh, and did I mention that I was able to do the dishes while he was awake? Thank you moby! I know it doesn't seem like much, but being able to sit here with my netbook brings a certain sense of normalcy. I'm not going to lie - it's been tough adjusting to life with a newborn. I wouldn't change it for anything in the world - but it's good to get to do something that I've always been doing without having to hand my baby off to someone else.






So is it weird seeing me not pregnant? I've been meaning to take a pic of myself to show how I look postpartum. Lets just say that I am skinnier than I was pre-pregnancy. It's still strange to both A and I that I don't have a big pregnant tummy anymore. We'll hug and then he'll say, "That's weird!" But there was 9 months of a slowly growing belly and now we're not quite 2 weeks out from labor so it's understandable. I mean, for the first couple of days after I swear I was having phantom kicks where it felt like I still had a baby kicking in me! (I swear I'm not crazy!)

So things have been a bit tough for me here. I am overcome with worry. Also, the whole breastfeeding thing I'm having to take one day at a time. I want to do what is best for my baby, but breastfeeding and pumping is so mentally and physically exhausting! Plus, I'm constantly worrying about whether he's getting enough to eat. There are some stints in the day where Daven is hungry again an hour after eating. I am so tired of everyone giving me advice, making me feel selfish for even thinking of formula feeding. I don't know what to do! I want to do it as long as possible because I know it's good for him, but towards the end of every day I'm left feeling the same distraught way about the whole thing. Can I do it?

I cry all of the time. I can't stop. I don't know if it's postpartum depression or just the ordinary baby blues or what. See, when I hear about that kind of thing, it's people who can't stand to be around their babies and are at risk for hurting them. I'm the exact opposite. I can't bear to set him down. I feel like I'm abandoning Daven when I put him in his bassinet to sleep. Then I worry that he's going to stop breathing and die. Every time my mother-in-law even mentions babysitting I burst into tears. I can't imagine leaving the room, let alone leaving him completely with someone else. And even though logic tells me that he will be perfectly fine, I still can't shake it. I'm really hoping that this gets better, because what am I going to do when I have to go back to work and leave him all day long? I can't even think about it.

Anyhow, sorry that got all deep and such. But I've never been about sugar-coating things. I will say this though - Daven is absolutely amazing! I love him to pieces. The way he smiles when he's pooping, how he sometimes snores in his sleep, the way he's so snuggly! I could go on and on!

Oh, and his poopy officially smells now. As if this giant wet farting noises aren't enough of an indication of what's going on down there!

On a side note, Daven and daddy are adorable together!


2 comments:

  1. Hey! I've been lurking on your site for a few months now and just wanted to drop you my two cents. First off, congrats! I have a 2 year old little boy and you are in for the funnest time of your life. It only gets better! The love you will have for him will continue to grow and it's so awesome. When I came home I felt the SAME WAY about the breastfeeding. My family was pressuring me and I felt so stressed. It got easier for me and fortunately I was able to breastfeed my son until he was 1. If it doesn't work for you though, don't beat yourself up! He has had your colostrum by now and that is the most important thing. My husband is the healthiest person I know, and he never had an ounce of breastmilk when he was a baby. You have bonded with your son and that's what is most important. Congrats again! Such an exciting time.

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  2. Thanks for the support! It's good to hear that it's not a breeze for everyone else. We're just taking it one day at a time. Also, thanks for reading!

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