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Name: Megan
Birthday: 3/18/1976
Gender: Female
Interests: I love sunny ski days, long hikes in the mountains, baking something sweet, and reading sci-fi and poetry.
Occupation: Communications
Industry: Environmental Nonprofit
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Member Since:
3/8/2006
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| Things to remember. My Mama and Daddy and Liam's Gammy and Papa:
Bathing Liam
Gammy changing Liam so sweetly
Papa making funny noises
Liam cuddling Gammy
Papa walking with Liam
Mama making me drink water
Daddy cleaning up, vacuuming, cooking
Mmmm pepper steak
Daddy going on bike rides
Mama locking us out :)
Gammy checking on baby at night
Rose Garden, lobster rolls, Coast walk, fish tacos
Watching movies
Topsy Turvy! (I need to go get a Ped Egg :)
Planting the garden together
Visiting with Great Uncle Pat, Great Aunt Tom, Cousin Sheez and her friend Laura | | |
| Homesick feelings are in full force. Brian and I have lived in CA for 9 years, and we go home often (at least every 4 months). We also get lots of visitors out here. But with Baby here all I want is to be back in Utah. Which is weird and sad and happy all at the same time. I wish I was sitting in my spot on my parents' couch, watching them play with Liam. Or that we were headed to Brian's parents' house to hang out with all of the cousins, or that my sister's doggie Sadie was sniffing at Liam, saying hello for the first time.
My parents will be here in 12 days, and it feels like an eternity. We also have my sister coming for a visit, and friends will be here over Memorial Day. But for right now I'm just feeling sad. Plus Brian is going back to work tomorrow. Which makes me extra sad. I am going to miss him, though I know Liam will keep me company.
Maybe one day we'll be back in Utah, but I have such tumultuous feelings about it. It's so bittersweet. That is all for now.
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| So Brian is having lunch with a client, and Liam and I are home by ourselves. And we are doing a-okay. I didn't drop him, or forget how to feed him, or anything like that. We had some lunch and he fell asleep on my chest as we listened to some Dandies on the stereo.
I really can't believe how far we've all come in the one week since we've been home. Last Thursday, I was crying because my milk hadn't come in, and I was expressing onto a SPOON. Today I have some EXTRA milk in the freezer. Last Friday, I was crying because we had to start him on formula because he had lost more than 10 percent of his birth weight. Yesterday he got weighed and clocks in at more than when he was born. Hooray!
I'm still working on the latch and breastfeeding and blah blah blah (seriously, for someone who lives to feed people, this has been pretty frustrating), but I'm just so glad he has his chipmunk cheeks back. I'm hoping the feeding keeps getting easier (and that I can keep calming myself down some more--has he slept too long? should I wake him up? when did he last eat? how long did he eat for?) and then I can actually ENJOY what a good baby he is. I love him so much, and he's so patient and sweet. I can't believe he's already 9 days old!
And to see Brian holding him and building that bond, has been the most beautiful thing. I'm literally speechless when I watch them together. A good friend of ours, when offering his congratulations, told Brian: "Don't worry. The good times and bad times are both phases, so try not to sweat it." | | |
| My boobies are working! What a relief. Seriously. | | |
| I'm hoping I'll be able to articulate this all soon, but for right now, I am completely and utterly overwhelmed with love for this little boy and for the man who helped me bring him here. We are figuring out things, minute by minute. Right now, the two of them are still sleeping from our nap, and I can't take enough pictures. Such handsome boys. I can't believe the little person who kicked inside my belly is now out here for everyone to see and love.
And on a lighter note, I am now realizing that the center of your world, in addition to being your baby, can become your boobs. I feel like I should start requesting beads from all the people I've asked for advice from in the past three days. | | |
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