Here are just a few things I would like Ruby to know and live. They are also reminders to myself. Well except for the part that says work hard. I tend to think that it's much better to work smart, but also not to shy away from hard work. Most things in life are better when they aren't hard, like work for example.
July 22, 2013
These are just a couple of songs that I find myself singing to Ruby throughout the day. I really don't know why I started singing Surfin' Safari to her or how I know all the lyrics, but I do. I find that I have to sing a lot in order to get her to stop crying or fall asleep. She also has been falling asleep and soothed just listening to The Civil Wars, Laura Veirs and The Milk Carton Kids. I need to learn some more songs to sing to her just for my own sanity.
July 21, 2013
Kevin Russ is another Instagram favorite of mine. He's a travel photographer who shoots mostly nature photos all with an iPhone. He is also quick to respond to questions about where a photo was taken. I now know of a few places I want to visit based on his photos. Here is a sight where you can view and purchase his prints.
I'm currently in love with this Brooklyn artist. I found her while in a wormhole on Instagram. She draws these amazing pictures of her kids and their friends. She also shares them on her blog What My Daughter Wore. I think I may be assuming that this is a woman, oh well.
July 20, 2013
I've never been one of those people who tries to make things seem different or better than they are. In fact, I've been told that I can sometimes be honest to a fault. So I'm quick to admit that taking care of a newborn baby is much harder than I ever imagined. I realize now that newborns want to be held almost all the time, and I've never been around one all alone before. In the past there was always a room full of people waiting to take turns to hold the baby. When you take care of one on your own it's just you, one set of arms, one back and body to carry the weight of the baby for hours and hours. That's just one reason why this is hard.
My baby has also become fussy since my husband has gone back to work. She now has two holding positions that sooth her and nothing else will do. Sometimes just holding her in one of those two positions isn't even enough. She also needs to be walked around the apartment and rocked. If I don't do that whole combination then come the tears and nonstop crying. Add in diaper changes, nursing, burping, normal everyday stuff and the whole thing is pretty exhausting to do alone. Thankfully, once my husband gets home from work he's more than ready to hold her and spend time with her.
I'm just now starting to feel better after the pregnancy and labor. I've been feeling so cooped up for months from being hugely pregnant and then recovering from a difficult labor and delivery. Now that I'm physically ready to get outside, start enjoying my body and the summer the heat wave begins. In order to avoid exposing our baby to extreme heat my husband and I have been taking her out on walks early in the morning. It makes for a long day, but I need to feel the sun and move around.
This weekend is the Pitchfork music festival. My husband and I were offered free passes to go from a friend or ours and we had to turn them down to work and take care of our baby. So it seems at least for a while that sort of lifestyle won't be happening for us. I know that's what we signed up for when we decided to be parents, but the reality of it takes some getting used to. I can't seem to find the time to call my friends as often as I'd like to. Reading a book seems like joke, and sometimes just getting a moment to eat when I'm hungry is more of a challenge than I would have guessed. I will miss the casual afternoons grabbing lunch with a friend, going out to see a movie with my husband and randomly staying out late unexpectedly. Gone are those days, for now at least.
I love my baby, she's absolutely beautiful. Her smile has brought tears to my eyes many times. I just never knew how challenging this was actually going to be, and this is coming from a former nanny. I know this is a precious time, but I will admit I prefer babies once they get a little bit older. I'm ready for her to hold her head up on her own, sit up and have the ability to entertain herself for at least a little while here and there. I've been told that it starts getting a little easier once they are about three months old. She's nearly seven weeks, so we're getting there. In the meantime, I'm very thankful to have a partner in this and family and friends who have been quick to offer their help and support. I need it.
July 14, 2013
July 13, 2013
I'm all about my baby these days, as I will be for the rest of our lives. I am also really all about getting her dressed up in cute outfits that I've found at the thrift store and taking her photo. I've been looking forward to doing this. I think the top photo looks like she's playing air guitar, then she looks like a baby Buddha, below that she looks like she already knows how to perfectly pose for the camera and in the bottom photo it's like she's whispering secrets to her sock monkey friend.
She's nearly six weeks old, and she's met a whole lot of family and friends. She's already sleeping longer throughout the night, and holding her head up a quite a bit on her own. She smiles a lot, and we've even heard her laugh a few times. I really am crazy about my baby.
July 5, 2013
I'm still waiting to start dressing like myself again. I've definitely noticed the pounds dropping since giving birth, and I'm sure I can fit into most of my old clothes. It's just that I've been spending most of my time inside, with my baby, nursing, snuggling and doing some serious bonding with skin on skin time. My tops don't seem to last longer than thirty minutes without getting some sort of baby induced spots or stains on them. So these days I'm much more careful to wear clothes that I don't mind getting a little dirty, or don't mind no longer wearing once I'm past this phase of motherhood. Last week my husband actually said that I looked like I was dressed for a Phish concert. I'm not sure if that's good or bad these days, but what I am sure of is that look has never been one that I've gone for. Surely one of these days I will venture outside again with some thought and a little effort put into what I'm wearing, and I know it will feel amazing!