here's the link to her website). We are lucky to have a good friend who also happens to take fabulous photos for a living!
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
-laying naked on the changing table, as seen above. She just kicks around and sometimes I'll get that rare gummy smile that I'm hoping will soon not be so rare.
-milk of course. She'll be kind of fussy and then I'll put her in the "feeding position" and she just opens her mouth, ready.
-to stretch after she eats- I think this is because she usually kind of snoozes at the end of a meal so when I move her, she stretches out of her slumber. She'll arch her back and put both teeny arms straight above her head.
Eleanor doesn't like:
-loud sneezes that interrupt her. She'll be eating or resting and Brent or I will sneeze, and her little face crinkles up in her little pout. I need to catch a photo of it because that pouty frown! It's too good. Other loud noises, and she just seems to flinch, but something about sneezes!
-tummy time. She'll handle a few minutes, and then... she's over it.
-the burping position. When I have her vertical and I'm trying to burp her, her little head just goes crazy- she cannot find a comfortable position! She doesn't usually like her head turned sideways laying against my chest (unless she's super sleepy), she'll turn her head kind of frantically this way and that, usually ending up face planted in my chest- and I'm like, can you even breathe baby girl?
this one for instance. Having now experienced breastfeeding and how stressful it is to feel like you can't comfortably feed your baby outside of your home... I'm all for those sorts of posts. Although its funny because I don't feel comfortable yet nursing in public because I know I will show a boob, but the thing is I wish I did feel comfortable showing a bit of boob while nursing because I think I have the right to. If a little something shows, other people can look away rather than me and my hungry baby trying to find an air conditioned closed off room with a chair- other than a toilet).
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
2. Her skin is just so soft, and everything is just so little. And she makes adorable faces when she's sleeping.
3. When Ella gives mixed signals- I wish babies could talk! She's eating her hands, so I think she's hungry. I start feeding her, and 5 min. later she starts crying. I think maybe she has a little gas, I try to burp her- nothing; and more adorable little whimpering noises. She's eating her hands again, so I try again to feed her. More little cries. She yawns- so I try to rock her to sleep. Nothing. Then the cycle just starts again... eep.
4. If she's been fussy for a while, and I rock her and rock her, and I finally get her to sleep. I feel like its such a sweet victory!
***more pictures after the jump
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Baby Eleanor has my heart! I went into the hospital May 18th, Sunday night, ready to be induced (well, ready- but just so nervous and jittery- I mean everything from that moment until the rest of my life would be new). Brent and I drove to the hospital once we got the phone call that the hospital was ready for us to come in (6:15pm).
Monday, June 2, 2014
Thursday, May 15, 2014
My parents have been here for about a week, and they have spoiled me senseless. I am so lucky. Slash, Ella is so lucky. My parents were masterminds and installed this fan in the nursery (all it had was a ceiling light before, and it gets so hot in there with the west facing windows... and I've heard good things about circulating air in the nursery... so we- with huge thanks to my parents- made it happen)
Above is the changing station in the closet. I have a little nook in the nursery where we were originally going to put the changing table, but it was a hellish experience trying to find a dresser that fit the dimensions of the nook. So, I revamped, and decided to put the changing table in the closet, and either a bookshelf or our rocking chair in the nook. Hopefully it works ok.
I've heard a lot of stories about how difficult it is- baby doesn't latch on right, it hurts a ton, baby doesn't get enough food so they don't gain weight, etc. But, then my mom's like, it was a piece of cake. So, I'm not sure how its gonna go for me.
2. Losing the baby weight.
I know, I'm beyond vain. But for real. I'm almost 190 lbs. I mean, yowza. I need to exercise and eat clean after Ella, but that stuff is hard to do even when you don't have a newborn.
3. Losing my personality
Yes. I still want to be Hannah AND Ella's mom. I still want to be able to talk with other people about things besides babies. I want to be an involved and awesome mom of course, but I still want to be me. I can already see myself sliding down a slippery slope on my all-baby blog posts!
Sidenote- this adorable photo from Natalie Holbrook's Blog makes me want to raise kids in New York City.