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real talk: my advice for expectant mamas.

shawnnathompson_advice_4Almost every Tuesday since Crosby was born, he and I have gone to a baby + parent group at the hospital I delivered at. (I still don’t know if I can technically say I “delivered” Crosby, since I had a c-section.  “Delivered” seems so… vaginal. Can someone research that and let me know? I’m too lazy to. Kthxbai.)  We really love going to class.  Me: for the adult interaction with people who are going through the same shenanigans that I am.  Crosby: for the overhead lighting.  The kid loves a good 60-watt soft tone lightbulb.

Anyhoo, yesterday at class we got to talking about advice.  Specifically, advice we’d give to expectant moms, now that all of us have been at this parent thing for a few months. A lot of the answers people came up with were regarding how the expectations before having a baby don’t really match up to the reality.  Whether it’s breastfeeding or sleeping or just the pure exhaustion of keeping a little human alive.  Which was all legit and true.  Because honestly, what you imagine life will be like with a baby is kind of hogwash compared to the actual reality of having a baby.

Well so anyways.  I thought about this topic for a while after class and tried to remember what surprised me the most after having a baby.  I thought about what advice I would have loved to hear.  And what I came up with, what my most important piece of advice to any new mom would be, is:

Do not be surprised if you feel like a fucking insane person for a while after you have your baby.  

Let me explain.  Right after Crosby was born and through the first week of his life, I was ecstatic.  Like :: this is amazing!  my baby is amazing!  breastfeeding is amazing!  I am amazing!  no sleep is amazing! I look amazing!  I feel amazing! :: type of situation.  I was on cloud 9.  I was also on a whole truckload of pain killers. (C-section.)

Week two hit, and I went off my pain meds.  Breastfeeding did not continue to be amazing.  My adrenaline was gone, and I started to get exhausted.  And then the feelings hit.  So.many.FEELINGS.  Feelings that burst out of my eyes in the form of tears at least 10 times per day.  Anything could set me off, and everything did.  It was overwhelming.  But even though there were so many emotions, I couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of my internal mayhem.  I kept saying to Casey, “I don’t know why I’m crying?!”  He was as supportive as a guy could possibly be, but there was only so much he could do or say.  It was all in my head. I felt overwhelmed and numb at the same time.  I felt lonely.  I wondered if I’d ever feel like myself again.  During this time, I felt like I was failing Crosby.  I felt insanely guilty that I had a healthy, amazing little guy right in front of me, yet I was lost in a sea of emotions.  What was wrong with me.

Sure, I’d heard about baby blues and of course I was aware that that was a possibility.  But to this day I don’t think that that’s what it was.  I mean, maybe a little… but not to the fullest extent.  I know women who have truly experienced post-partum depression and I can see the struggle and the heartache it can bring.  But for me, I think it was a mixture of coming off of a junkie-sized amount of medication and just being over-freaking-whelmed.  I remember talking to my best friend around day 9 (she’s a mama of two) and asking her if it was normal that I couldn’t stop crying.  She reassured me that yes, it was “normal” but it wouldn’t last forever.  She also reminded me of what my body had gone through and that my life had just changed in the craziest way possible and that I just needed time to adjust to that. She also told me that the feelings of guilt that I was having were feelings I’d get to know pretty well as time went on.  And she was so right.  The mom guilt struggle is real.  #TMGSIR. (<—- can we make that a thing?  Yes?  No?  Maybe so?)

Luckily (?) the peak of my rollercoaster only lasted about a week-ish.  I didn’t really talk to many people about it other than a few friends, my mom and Casey.  But since then, I’ve heard many other women talk about having similar experiences.  And I keep wondering why, if so many other people go through these same emotions, why don’t people talk about it more?  Why do we expect new parents to be nothing but elated?  I mean, yes it’s exciting and you will be elated!  But also?  Having a baby is INSANE.  And what’s even more insane is to expect yourself to be shitting rainbows and barfing unicorns because you just brought a life into the world.  I mean.  YOU JUST BROUGHT A LIFE INTO THE WORLD.  Via your ladyparts and/or a hole in your abdomen.  Right?!?!  Insane.  In the membrane.

So to recap.  My advice to any expectant mom out there: be prepared to be a hot fucking mess.  Or not.  But maybe.  Maybe your mess will be minimal, like just a little candy wrapper.  Maybe your mess will be big, like Britney Spears circa hair shave of 2007.  Regardless of the extent of your emotional rollercoaster, it’s all okay.  And it will get better.  New moms?  You are doing a GREAT JOB.  But please do not be afraid to talk about how you’re feeling.  With your husband or partner, your friends, your mom, James Blunt, Pinot Noir, Sleepless in Seattle, or even just your regular doctor.  Or me!  Hi!  And I repeat, it WILL get better.  You are not alone.

That’s all I got.  Well, that and be prepared to lose all your damn hair. Post-partum hair loss is real. #PPHLIR (<—– can we make that a thing too?  and all post pictures of our receding hairlines? No?)

And on that note, here are a few more pictures of me without makeup.  Because real life.

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Any pearls of wisdom y’all would like to share?  I’d love to hear.

 


the little pumpkin that cried: a tale of a two-month old.

Hi friends!  I sincerely apologize for the radio silence around here lately.  Every day/week I have high hopes of making a blog post but you know.  Other stuff just gets in the way…. baby, laundry, episodes of The Voice, yadda yadda yadda.

But if we’re being honest here, the real reason I haven’t posted lately is that we’ve had a difficult last few weeks.  We’re not 100% sure why yet but for the past month, Crosby has been upset and crying.  Like, all the time.  And it’s been exhausting and defeating trying to find out why.  We’ve been doing research and of course everyone has an opinion on what’s going on with him… lactation consultants have been consulted (it’s a foremilk/hindmilk imbalance!), family and friends have been questioned (it’s colic! call a chiropractor! allergies!), google has been pillaged (your baby has some incurable disease!)…  and the latest diagnosis from our pediatrician is that our little dude likely has acid reflux.  We’ve started him on some medication and fingers crossed that this is the answer we’ve been looking for.

Because honestly guys?  It’s been really hard.  Yes, it’s exhausting and frustrating and LOUD.  But by far the worst part is seeing my little guy so sad and not knowing why or what I can do make him feel better.  It seems unnatural that I can’t immediately figure it out and fix it for him.  I guess I should get used to that feeling?  Many days I feel like all I do, all day long, is attempt to stop him from crying.  I keep searching for THE solution to soothe him (he likes it when you swaddle him with this blanket, hold him at a 45 degree angle, bounce at a rate of 2 up-and-downs per second, while running the vacuum cleaner, rubbing your stomach and patting your head...) but what works once never seems to work again.  And even when I do manage to calm him, I get anxiety waiting for him to start crying again.  Sigh.  Hold me.

I learned very early on, actually during Crosby’s birth, to throw all my expectations out the window.  Because things are not ever going to go the way I imagined them to.  But still, it’s hard to not feel a little bummed that our baby’s second month has been so hard.  Especially when I see other moms and babies who seem to have it all together.  I find myself getting jealous of friends who post pictures of their happy, smiling babies on Facebook or Instagram… I envy the other moms in baby class whose little one’s lay happily on their backs without screaming bloody murder… I even resent the perfect babies on the diaper commercials who just smile and giggle up at their stupid perfect mothers.  Sidenote: wouldn’t it be great if diaper commercials were realistic?  Like, instead of showing a picture-perfect mother cuddling her stylish newborn on a white couch while wearing a beige sweater set, they should show a woman in her sweatpants and bra, her hair held up by a chip clip, softly singing Hall & Oates “Maneater” to her baby who is juuuust about to fall asleep inside a padded laundry basket that she’s been jiggling just so for the last 20 minutes, until her dogs bark at the mailman and then the baby wakes up, shits his pants and starts screaming. Or you know, whatever.

Where was I?  Ahh yes, jealousy.  I’m working on letting it go.  I found a quote from Teddy Roosevelt the other day that I love, which is “comparison is the thief of joy”.  Hashtag truth.  I’ve been repeating it to myself lately whenever I find myself envying another parent or baby.  Because I know that every single one of them has something they’re dealing with.  Or will deal with.  And it’s probably much much worse than what we’re working through.  And even if it’s not, I shouldn’t compare our story to theirs.

So now is when I reassure you that it’s not all whomp whomp over here.  Promise.  The afternoons and evenings can be rough but Crosby is actually a pretty happy baby in the morning.  And in between meltdowns, we’ve had a lot of fun with our chubby little guy.  He actually started to smile two weeks ago.  If you ever want to hear the most deranged sounds come out of a grown woman’s mouth, watch her see her baby smile for the first time.  I’m pretty sure the first time I saw it, I regurgitated a foghorn…  and then I burst into tears because hormones.  It was pure joy.  We also celebrated Casey’s 30th birthday.  (!!!OLD!!)  And Crosby had his very first non-family-member babysitter.  (Thanks Rebecca!  So sorry Crosby’s 5-day constipation streak ended on your watch…)  We also just had my mom and stepdad here visiting last week, which I am HOPING to write a separate post about very soon.  (At the rate I’m going, you can expect to see it here in about 3-7 months.  Stay tuned.)  And of course, we got to experience Crosby’s first Halloween!  We kicked off the day at the doctor’s office… I’m an asshole and scheduled Crosby’s 2-month shots on Halloween morning.  Apparently I couldn’t wait to expose my child to his first Halloween scare.  Luckily Cros took the shots like a champ and then was alarmingly chill the rest of the day.  Chill enough to wear his costume and not cry through a Halloween party at Casey’s office.  I’m slightly disappointed in myself for not putting together a more creative costume for him… homemade costumes are usually my jam, but this year a $6 consignment store pumpkin suit was too perfect to pass up.  Wanna see?

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SO that’s what we’ve been up to lately!  Here’s hoping the meds work and I’ll be back here again soon with stories of happiness, more smiles, and poop.  There will always be poop.


the story of our week. it’s a real page-turner…

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It’s Friday!  Thank the gods… because we’ve had a really bipolar week this week.  Not, like emotionally.  Just, in general.  Here, let me explain it in an absurd amount of detail for you.  Because I know your weekend plans include reading this blog post.  Right?  Right???  Hello?…

Okay here we go.  Crosby and I had a great day on Monday.  He was cute and sweet and did the perfect rotation of eat, burp, sleep, poop, repeat.  His naps were long and chill enough that I was able to get SO much stuff done around the house.  I cleaned, I made tons of calls and answered a bunch of emails.  I finally got my sweaters out of storage and then I attempted to pack up my maternity clothes but let’s be honest I’ll be wearing a lot of that junk for the next few months rest of my life.  I also made a nice dinner and DESSERT.  What?!  We played and I showered him with kisses and the whole day was glorious and I was all, hey I got this mom thing down! Give me three more babies! 

Then Tuesday came along and Crosby was all, I gave you Monday, today is MINE!   And then he proceeded to scream all.day.long.  We had plans to run errands and meet up with some mom/baby friends.  But Crabbysby was not having any of it.  Poor guy screamed nonstop, and I couldn’t figure out why.  He even threw in a blowout and peed all over me, just to top it off.  He cried, I cried, it was probably our hardest day yet.

Luckily I had happy hour plans with friends that night so I was able to pass the babe off to papa Casey and take a little sanity break.  And drown my sorrows in a brewski.  And have adult conversations!  That didn’t revolve around breastmilk!  It was lovely.  Obviously though I’m a little rusty at HH because I didn’t realize until the next day that I had completely forgotten to pay my bill and left my credit card at the bar.  That’s how fried my brain was.  If you’re wondering, the ultimate walk of shame entails walking into a bar the next day, to pay your tab from the night before that only has ONE beer on it, with your baby in tow.  Sheesh.

Moving on to Wednesday!  I had a doctor appointment scheduled for that morning and I was having an anxiety attack, assuming that Crosby was going to be a total cry-fest the whole time.  But he must have popped a Tylenol PM when I wasn’t looking because he slept through my entire appointment, plus a lunch date in the ‘burbs with papa.  I kept thinking he was going to wake up at any moment… but he just kept sleeping. (Don’t worry I neurotically checked to make sure he was breathing every 3 seconds)  So I took advantage and ran a few more errands.  We were finally heading home and the little buddy was still snoozing so I thought I’d push my luck one last time and hit the drive-thru at Starbucks.  Big mistake.  As soon as I placed my order, he started crying.  And of course there were 5 cars ahead of me.  And of course there was no way to just duck out of this drive-thru line other than to wait for everyone in front of me.  At one point I had my car in park and half of my body was in the backseat trying to comfort him.  I think the people ahead of me must have ordered the most difficult and complex coffees ever because we were in that stupid line for what felt like 7 forevers.  It reminded me of one time a bunch of years ago when Casey and I waited in the drive-thru at Taco John’s for 30 solid minutes.  It was ridiculous, but you do what you gotta do for potato oles. ShyaknowhatImean?  Anytaco, we raced home after Starbucks and after I finally calmed him down, the rest of the day was great.  That night we went to the food carts for dinner and Crosby again slept the whole time. Which got me to thinking that maybe we just need to be out and about doing stuff all day in order for him to sleep/be chill.  Cool with me, but could someone please buy us a second car and give me spending money to be able to go and do stuff everyday?  That’d be great thanks.

On Thursday Crosby ate approximately every 10 minutes.  Or so it seemed.  I think our longest stretch between feedings was an hour and a half…. eeps!  I felt like a human keg.  I basically walked around all day without my shirt on, with a baby strapped to my boob.  Remind me to show this post (and this paragraph in particular) to Crosby when he’s old enough to be thoroughly embarrassed by it.  Love you Crosbybooboo!

Cut to today.  Today has been lovely so far!  My sweet little Crosby did crap in the baby tub, but he hasn’t really cried much so I’ll count my blessings.  Or pick my battles.  Whatever.  He’s napping now so I’m furiously typing out this post while trying to eat lunch so please excuse any typos or run on sentences or words that I might have made up… Oh, you’re saying that happens in every post?  Well thne, nevermind and we’ll move on to the next paragraph because blerg.

And that my friends, is our atrociously exciting week, in a nut shell.  Now aren’t you glad you stopped by?

To send you off, here are a few pictures from our trip to the pumpkin patch and corn maze last weekend. (I took my last post about enjoying fall seriously.)  It was so much fun!  Even though I have no actual pictures of Crosby from the day.  I had visions of getting a cute picture with him laying in a pile of pumpkins or whatever.  But he was sleeping so peacefully in his Ergo, I didn’t dare wake him up.  How do all the fancy mom instagrammers do it?

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_8Hey look, a corn maize!…

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_5Please excuse Casey’s look of bewilderment, he was CORNfused.  Heh heh. Heh…. Sorry.

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_9And when the wind blows hard and the sky is black, ducks fly together!  (Name that movie)

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_7Just… bein a stalker.  Get it?  Corn… stalk… stalker? ?? Please don’t leave me.

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_6Isn’t that the cutest little balding head you ever did see?? Heart eyes.

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_2“Hey, how about that orange one over there?” (Casey Thompson, pumpkin patch 2014.)

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_3Just another gourdinary day.  … I promise I’m done.

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch1And a family foto to take you out…

Happy weekend!


thoughts on fall, maternity leave and baby transportation.

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Can I be a lame for a second and talk about how I can’t believe it’s already October?   I seriously feel like it was just August… and then I blinked and it was fall.  And by “blinked” I mean, I had a baby and the entire month of September became a blur of run-on days and nights that somehow manifested themselves into a full month.  And now here we are in the heart of October and I’m so caught off guard by it.  Normally I’m all about the fall-type activities and Halloween planning and cider and pumpkin-flavored everything!  So far this year, the only pumpkins in our house are the two that are hanging off my chest.  Speaking of which, I need to pump… BRB.

I’m back.  Where was I?  Ah yes, jack o’lantern boobs.  Let’s just agree to move on, shall we?

So what I’m really thinking about now that we’re knee-deep into fall is that the clock is already ticking on my maternity leave.  Sob.  I’m really so incredibly lucky to have a full four months at home with Crosby before I go back to work and I so very much want to make the most of it.  And that’s what’s been on my mind lately, making sure that I’m taking advantage of these precious few months that are already flying by.

That said, I’m still figuring it all out.  And trying to establish a “routine”.  Whatever that means.  It’s a work in progress… and lately I’ve realized that I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself when I’m home alone with Crosby during the week.  Like I need to be completing a certain amount of tasks each day in order to be considered productive.  I think because I’m not technically “working”, I feel like I need to manage more of our home life.  I have this endless to-do list in my head of things I want to get done each day, beyond just taking care of Crosby.  Like I should be able to take care of the baby and get all the housework done and take care of the dogs and run errands and BLOG! and and and.  Some days it all works out… other days I’m lucky if I’m out of my pj’s by 8pm.  And when those “other” days happen, I feel disappointed in myself for not having accomplished more.  It’s silly really.  Because the thing of it is, and what I’m trying to remind myself, is that taking care of Crosby IS my job right now.  And it’s a very full-time job.  The most important job of my life so far.  Definitely more important than multitasking everything, to the point where I might miss out on little moments with my kid.  I mean, it’s great if I can have dinner on the table by the time Casey gets home from work… but if I can’t, it’s so not the end of the world.  Right?  (Especially given my culinary prowess these days.  Last week I put coconut milk, diced tomatoes and rice in the crockpot and called it soup.  Yeesh.)

Right.  So.  Being in the moment.  Letting go of lists.  Loving on my baby.  That’s my fall horoscope.

Regardless of how chaotic our day is or isn’t, I do try to take Crosby and the dogs for a walk every day.  It’s taken some getting used to – managing all those boys.  They’re a lot to wrangle.  Especially when my small but mighty dogs become distracted by… anything.  I’m constantly scanning the ground for squirrels or rogue hamburger buns, either of which could be the trigger that causes the pups to bolt and pull my arm out of its socket.  It’s physical AND mental exercise, you see?  And of course I want to make sure Crosby is as safe as possible, so we’ve been testing out all our different baby transportation options to find the one that works the best for us.  What do I mean by baby transportation, you ask?  Well, we have our stroller…. with all the fixings.  We also have an Ergo.  And then we have a Boba wrap.  We also have a Solly wrap on loan from a friend.  And then of course I have just like, my bare arms.  But!  Who knew there were so many ways to get a baby from point A to point B?  The jury is still out on which one is our favorite but I do feel a bit like a douche for having so many.  I remember before Crosby was born, when we said we wouldn’t be the type of people who hoarded baby junk.  We were totally like, let’s just get this ONE kind of thing and it’ll work perfectly and our baby will love it!  ……. HA.  And now we’re totally like give me ALL of the things, in order to find the one that will keep him calm happy and/or quiet.  Right?

So that’s all we have for today.  And look!  I can cross off blogging from list for today!  Aren’t you so very glad? ;)

And now, a few pictures from a mini photo shoot on our couch.  Here we go!

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_2Every once in a while homeboy will whip out the cross-eyes.  And then we call him Crossby.  Because we’re hilarious, fantastic parents.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_1Crossby does not appreciate the joke.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_6Not at all.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_5No I mean, he really hates it.  And then we start to feel bad…

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_8So then I tell him we’ll buy him a pony to make up for it.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_3And then we’re cool again. Let’s be honest. He OWNS us.


crosbaby’s newbie photos.

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A couple of weeks ago Casey and I had some newborn/family photos taken at our home by a darling and talented photographer.  Crosby was just barely 2 weeks old at the time and it’s absolutely crazy to look at these and see how much he has changed since then.  His cheeks are now (a whole lot) chubbier, he’s much more alert and active, and dare I say – I think he’s actually lost a little bit of hair since then?  But let’s get one thing straight, no one can pull off a receding hairline like my son.  MY SON.  That is still so weird to say.

Anyways, I’m going to let the photos do the talking in this blog post because they’re pretty amazing.  What’s also amazing is that I now have documentation that I actually did my hair once since Crosby was born.

Warning: photo overload comin atcha. Blammo.

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And they all lived happily ever after…

..until later that day when Crosby had a blowout and pooped on my nice clean maternity jeans.


three weeks in.

shawnnathompson_threeweeks_3So we’re three weeks into our new normal and I’d like to think we have established somewhat of a routine, but mostly we’re still in survival mode.  As in, let’s just figure out how to get through the next 20 minutes and then we’ll go from there.  I’ve been thinking a lot lately… and isn’t it the strangest thing that you get pregnant, have a baby and then you are just supposed to know how to take care of it?  Other than your own experiences growing up and taking baby classes, there is no real training to be a parent.  I mean, you have to have more training to get your driver’s license than you do to have a baby.  Which doesn’t really seem right, right?  And these poor babies, they have no idea that we have no idea what we’re doing.  Maybe it’s a good thing they can’t remember these early years… otherwise their first memories would be their parents looking at each other and saying things like “is it supposed to be that color?” and “will his eyes stay crossed forever?”   But hey, you know what?  Our little man is healthy and cute and getting fatter everyday so I think we’re doing ok so far?

We’ve definitely had our fair share of ups and downs over the past few weeks.  Admittedly I was not prepared for how overwhelming everything would be.  And really, how can you possibly prepare yourself for having your world turn upside down in the blink of an eye?  Or the slice of scalpel.  (Too much?)  The first few weeks were overrun with aches and pains, exhaustion, love, anxiety, and of course, emotions.  DAMN the emotions!  I talked a little bit about that in this post, and will likely talk about it at some point again.  And again.  For today though, we’ll just say that all of the emotions?  I’ve had them.

But hey.  It’s true what they say.  Every day gets a little bit easier.  Every day we get a little more used to our new bedtime routines and 2am wake up calls.  We get a little more accustomed to knowing we may not get a shower today.  Or tomorrow.  (Wait, what’s a shower again?)  We’re getting better at not freaking out every time Crosby cries.  We know we’ll figure it out.  We’re getting really good at peeing while holding a baby.  We’re also getting used to having dishes pile up and being okay with it.  We’ll get to it.  We understand that our time isn’t just ours anymore and that this adorable little creature relies on us to be cool with that.   We know that it will and is getting easier every day.  Can I get an amen?

Lucky for us, Crosby is a pretty good baby.  (Knock on seventeen billion pieces of wood)  I mean, we think he’s a good baby.  We really have nothing to compare this to?  But I’d say that on a scale from 1 to Gary Busey, he’s a 4.  He mostly reserves his crying fits for when he’s got crap in his pants or needs to be fed.  And who can argue with that logic?  We hear ya kid.  But speaking of being fed, one of the biggest shocks to me has been the time and energy it takes to feed a baby.  And the challenges that come along with it.  Again, this is probably something I’ll talk about in more detail in the future, but for today I will just give a word of warning to any pregnant pals out there.  Prepare yourself for spending some long hours feeding your little love.  Buy a comfy rocking chair.  Stock up on magazines.  If you’re planning to or find yourself needing to pump, buy this adorable hands free tube top.  Get your lactation consultant on speed dial.  And most importantly, prepare yourself mentally for when your baby gets milk caught in their throat.  Not in a choking way, just in a gurgly YOU NEED TO CLEAR YOUR THROAT kind of way.  Because you know what?  Babies don’t know how to clear their throats.  So it will be up to you to keep your composure, no matter how much that raspy phlemy breathing squicks you out.

And cue the terrible quality iphone pictures of my cute baby!

shawnnathompson_threeweeks_1 shawnnathompson_threeweeksThese pictures above were taken on Crosby’s actual due date.  Also known as the day I dressed him up like Harry from Home Alone and let that leaf fly into his mouth.  Ya see it stuck in there?

shawnnathompson_threeweeks_7If he wasn’t mine, I’d kidnap him.

shawnnathompson_threeweeks_6“You have a baby!  In a BAR!”  Name that movie….shawnnathompson_threeweeks_5You know, I wouldn’t mind being fed wine this way….

shawnnathompson_threeweeks_4shawnnathompson_threeweeks_9Every morning at 9am we listen to Eminem and work on our white boy street cred.

shawnnathompson_threeweeks_10And then promptly at 10am we put on matching outfits and talk about how he’s never leaving me.

shawnnathompson_threeweeks_11And then my heart explodes.

God bless all the new mamas and papas out there.  You’re doin a great job.

 


he’s here!

shawnnathompson_heshere_crosby7Well hello blogees! It’s me, Mama Thomps. Or as my kid likes to call me, the Milk Man.

Yes it’s true, I have a kid. As most of you know by now, we welcomed Crosby Earl into our little family at 8:23pm on Saturday, August 30th. And it’s safe to say our world has since been rocked. There aren’t really words to explain the feelings so far… but I’ll try to find some because this is a blog and what is a blog without words? Less annoying?

I’ll likely write down his full birth story in the next few days but for now I’ll give you the short version of his arrival into the world. I was induced on Friday night (8/29) due to gestational hypertension and after a few bumps in the road during labor, I ended up having a Cesarean on Saturday night. Overall, our entire birth experience was surprising, exciting and really really scary. But the surgery went as well as it could have and Crosby is healthy which is really all we could ever hope for.

You know what people say about having a baby – that you can’t imagine the overwhelming feeling of love until it actually happens? As eye-rolling as it is – and trust me, I’ve done my fair share of eye-rolling over parentisms over the years – it actually is true. You really can’t prepare yourself for it. I love this little boy more than I ever thought possible. And every time that I think that Casey and I actually made this little person, that he’s all ours, my heart pretty much bursts out my chest. (This might also just be a side effect of one of my pain meds…I should probably look into that.) And speaking of Casey, we should also at some point talk about how heart-warmingly sweet it is to watch your husband become a papa. Dear god.

Since I’m always an advocate for honesty though… I’ll tell you that this past week has not only been the best of my life, it’s also been the most challenging and emotional time of my life as well. That much cuteness and love does not come cheap. The c-section knocked the wind out of me physically. The birth triggered not just the warm and fuzzy emotions, but ALL the emotions. I could probably cry on command right now if you asked me to. (Please don’t.)  Breastfeeding is a beast all its own.  And the lack of sleep, well, it’s just inhuman.

But trust me when I say that all that junk is so worth it. As emotional and ridiculous as everything is right now, I’ve also never been happier. Crosby is pretty much the coolest kid ever. He’s also so damn cute I want to eat his face off. (Don’t look at me like that, you know exactly what I’m talking about.) I also want to make his baby noises my ringtone. And his skin is so soft I could pet him for hours. Also, his limbs have a life of their own. His arms are always flailing or dangling over his head and his long skinny legs are constantly deciding between frog stance or stretching out to their skinniest, wrinkliest capacity. UGH. He’s cute.

So now of course, I bring you pictures. Pictures of my son. Hold on to your ovaries.

shawnnathompson_heshere_crosby6shawnnathompson_heshere_crosby5shawnnathompson_heshere_crosby8shawnnathompson_heshere_crosby3shawnnathompson_heshere_crosby9shawnnathompson_heshere_crosby2shawnnathompson_heshere_crosby4shawnnathompson_heshere_crosby1And just like that, we became a family of 5.  Also, please excuse Eddie who is acting out by going through a slutty phase.