Ok, really just one first. But it’s happening RIGHT NOW.
THE KID IS SLEEPING IN HIS BEDROOM. AND I AM DOWNSTAIRS.
I’m going to make out on the couch with my husband now.
Or eat a sandwich.
…we got his newborn pictures taken! It was our first trip out of the house, and even though we didn’t leave base and the photographer’s house was only 15 minutes away, I remember how surreal it felt to drive around with a kid in the backseat. (That trip home from the hospital had me evil eyeballing everybody in case they drove a little too feisty for my taste.)
We loaded up, headed over, and unloaded. The back two inches or so of my feet hung out of my flip flops because they were so swollen (WATER RETENTION FROM HELL – they do not warn you in those baby books that if you are in labor for any extended period of time while at the hospital, they will PUMP you up with as much fluids as they can – my leg/foot swelling didn’t go down for two weeks! It felt like walking on mushrooms…), I was rocking the muumuus because they didn’t touch my csection incision, and my hair was a hot mess, but how excited I was as I wobbled up the stairs to the photographer’s little studio!
Raylan was dressed in puppy pjs with buttons down the front for easy access and was sleeping off a full tummy…we had timed it perfectly! Chalk up a victory for the parents because 9 times out of 10, Raylan is the winner. In any case, we got into her studio (a little room in her house that was heated to feel like the surface of the sun, swear to God) and the photographer cuddled and loved on little man until, an hour or so later, we had HANDS DOWN the most gorgeous and amazing pictures that have ever been taken. I realize of course that I am absurdly biased.
Check out some of our favorite pictures from our little baby’s photoshoot! HUGE thanks to Daydreamer Photography by Carissa for capturing this special moment in our child’s life.
I love love love my snuggly baby 🙂
One of my favorite things to do during my free time (besides stare at the kid and make sure he is still breathing…does the urge to do that ever stop?), is to hop on the trusty book of faces and see what newly published blog posts Scary Mommy has shared. The articles range from serious to almost hilariously sacrilegious, but they always hit close to home, whether it makes me tear up or laugh my ass off. Recently, however, they shared a blog post that I felt needed a few extra details, particularly as they relate to my husband.
See the original blog post below in bold and my additions in italics.
10 Things New Moms Want to Tell New Dads
1. You’re holding the baby wrong. Do it anyway.
But thank you for even WANTING to hold the baby. Thank you for not being one of those people who freaks out when they come near an infant because they are squishy and fragile and squirmy and cry and poop. Because when you went to work that one day last week to make sure America was still the land of the free and all that, he cried all day, and when you came home and held him so I could sit on the couch and do nothing, I wanted to jump your bones…but you know, we got that pesky 6 week wait…BUT I DIGRESS, THANK YOU FOR HOLDING THE BABY, even when I say, “OHMAHGAWD, WATCH HIS LITTLE FEET.” (As I’m typing this, you’re holding little man and trying to pinky promise him because, “we’re best buds”…I mean, really, you’re the best.)
2. You’re wiping the baby wrong. Do it anyway.
Seriously, you probably know better than me how to get all the little bits down there clean. So I’m just gonna let you claim this victory, A.
3. You’re putting the diaper on wrong. Do it anyway.
Guilty. I am guilty as charged. But thank you for changing his diaper without even thinking twice. I know it seems like I save the poopy diapers for you (and sometimes I do, not going to lie) and I know that once we were settled at home, I was sure to show you how I changed his diaper like I was the diaper messiah (heads up, little man’s was the first diaper I ever changed), but I really do appreciate you. And let’s be honest, you saved my ass in the hospital…I couldn’t hold him, couldn’t change his diaper…and you did ALL of that. So thanks, you’re my pal.
4. You’re burping the baby wrong. Do it anyway.
I’m sorry I birthed the gassiest child on Earth – not that you’re surprised, because you are married to the gassiest woman on Earth. Burping the baby is like a SPEC OPS mission that sometimes goes horribly wrong. It can end in a series of burps, hysterical crying, sharts…who really knows what the final outcome will be, and that goes for when I burp him or you burp him. I will say, though…DON’T CRUMPLE HIM UP ON YOUR CHEST, HOW DO YOU EXPECT THE GAS TO GET OUT.
5. You’re bathing the baby wrong. Do it anyway.
Hmmm…you should bathe the baby. I will update after I witness it.
6. You’re pushing the stroller wrong. Do it anyway.
Is there a wrong way to push a stroller?
7. You’re feeding the baby wrong. Do it anyway.
Yeahhhhhh…I’m bad about this one…”you’re holding the bottle wrong,” “watch the air bubble,” “blah blah blahhhhhhh.” Thanks for feeding the baby. Thanks for getting up at night with little to no grumblings to feed the baby. Thanks for sometimes taking two feedings in a row so I can get an unprecedented amount of sleep. All in all, if food is getting in the tummy, all is well! But for real, watch that air bubble…
8. You’re dressing the baby wrong. Do it anyway.
SOMETIMES, I FEEL LIKE YOUR BIG MAN HANDS ARE PUSHING TOO HARD ON M BABY’S HEAD WHILE STUFFING HIM INTO ONESIES. But thanks for dressing him anyways, even when you know I’m going to make a comment about it. I can’t help it.
9. You’re soothing the baby wrong. Do it anyway.
Thanks for trying to soothe him when he is crying and we have done everything else in the world to make him stop. If he doesn’t stop crying, toss him over. Sometimes, a man just needs some boobies to cuddle into and a sweet voice to sing to them. Not that you’re doing it wrong, necessarily, but I have some pretty decent assets to use for bouncing, snuggling, and loving on the little baby. Thanks for trying, anyways.
10. You’re singing to the baby wrong. Do it anyway.
Your voice is so deep…do you think he likes it? Is it scaring him? No? He’s giggling? Oh…well…carry on.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
P.S. We have no idea what the hell we’re doing, either.
Really, I don’t, and it helps that we are making up the rules together.
Head over to Scary Mommy to check out more parenthood hilarity!
Today was our anatomy scan! Baby Clawson is very healthy! Measurements are good, all the internal organs are where they are supposed to be, placenta was as lovely as a placenta can be…and Baby Clawson was killing me with all the movement! I drank a glass of orange juice about 30 minutes before the appointment. At one point, the baby was making silly movements with their mouth, opening and closing it like a fish. I about killed over from the preciousness.
We also got a pretty good shot of “the goods” and found out gender…drum roll please!!!!
IT’S A BOY!!!!
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