on family conversations

on unexpected angels

gotta give some props

unexpected lessons...
Last week we had family worship in the nursery. I was entrenched in the feeding process, so The Hubby brought in a stool and joined us.For whatever reason, he decided to sing the song "Tell Me The Story of Jesus". We got to the third verse, where it says "tell of the cross where they nailed him, writhing in anguish and pain", and I couldn't sing the rest of the song.My whole life, I've heard that song. Breezed right past the last verse. Never stopped to consider the agony behind it.But as I stared down into the tiny little face nursing innocently away, tears poured down my cheeks,dripping off my chin and mixing with his milk. The Hubby finished the verse

sister shoutout...
I've been so busy this week with just trying to accomplish the basics, that I haven't been able to get on here and blog. I tried blogging from my phone while nursing, but typing on my phone's keyboard made it so full of misspellings that I decided not to torture you.Before any more time passes, I really need to give props to my sister for all her help. She came down the weekend of the birth to just be there and do whatever needed to be done. She even was able to give Little Man his first bath!

things I learned from the lactation consultant...
1:: amniotic fluid has the same smell as your breastmilk2:: nipple shields are the awesomest invention ever - first try and Little Man popped right on, no fuss3:: I can do this breastfeeding thing - really I can 4:: Little Man has gained an ounce and a half since yesterday 5:: leaning forward and hunching over for the traditional feeding hold causes tension in the fourth vertebrae where all the nipple and milk gland nerves are located6:: my instincts are good - most of the suggestions the consultant gave were things I was already trying to do

got baby brain? there's an app for that!
Last week in the hospital they gave me two sheets of blue paper and told me to track Little Man's diaper changes and feedings. Writing it all down was a good idea, given the fact that I can barely remember to eat my own meals at this point. But I thought "Surely there must be a better way to do this!" So I went searching for some kind of app to help me keep track. After browsing several idiot programs, I found Baby Brain. It allows profiles for multiple babies should you need them, tracks breastfeeding, bottles, diaper changes and naps. There's a handy timer for the length spent on each boob and it auto reminds you to start on opposite side for the next f

champ sleeper, bum feeder
When it comes to sleeping, I'd say we're blessed. Little Man will sleep for 6 or 7 hours at a time if I left him to his own devices. When he's knocked out, you can dress and undress him, carry him around, play music and talk - and he'll never make a peep.Sometimes he sleeps so long and so soundly that I check him repeatedly just to make sure he's alive and breathing! The second night, in the hospital, I jerked awake in the middle of the night just because things were so quiet. Hauled myself out of bed, C-section and all, to hobble over and make sure he was okay.And he barks in his sleep. Like a little doggy.After he yaps, he's quiet for a moment, and then