I recently had a pregnant friend ask for advice on things to put on her registry. And it made me remember how clueless I felt about buying all things baby before Ryland was born. Even though I had been around babies and kids a lot, it still felt daunting to prepare for my own child. In the 4 months since she was born, I feel like I've managed to learn a thing or two. Clothing was probably the area where I bought the most unnecessary things that I never used or liked and ended up finding very quickly what was actually needed. And so I thought I would share some of my baby favorites (and misses) in the wardrobe department.
1) Sleep n' Plays are all you pretty much need the first few weeks. The name says it all. Babies can both sleep and "play" in these (play of course consists of a few blinks and jerky limb movements in the early stages). They are warm. They cover their feet (even better, get the kind with little fabric folds on the sleeves that can cover their hands too, works so much better than mits!). They are soft. They transition seamlessly from day to night (for the baby who works then parties and doesn't want to have to change!). Buy a ton of these in the 0-3month sizes (it doesn't really matter if they are baggy, because they don't have a waist) and you'll be good to go for a while. Oh and get the ones with zippers if possible (versus snaps). You will be grateful at 3 in the morning when you are fumbling around in the dark to change a wet baby that you don't have to deal with a million little snaps.
2) My FAVORITE sleep n' plays are made by Kickee Pants. I found them at the local (now closed) store Franklin Goose but they can be bought online as well. They are expensive, but I will say that the Kickee Pants footies that I bought Ryley before she was born are still in use. They are soooo soft (made with like bamboo and other organic stuff) and so they are nice and stretchy unlike cotton. Because of this babies can wear the same sizes through a lot of growth. They're a really good weight, thin but still cozy so I've felt good dressing Ryley in them on really chilly days as well as in this crazy heat (obviously within the confines of an air conditioned house). They have sweet little ruffles on the baby's bottoms, and they also have the awesome folds I mentioned to cover their hands when they are really teeny and scratch themselves with their little baby talons. They also come in the most adorable prints EVER. My favorite might be this pink and green turtle number.
This was in the first month and she is still wearing this same 0-3 month size now even in her chunky monky 4 month old phase thanks to wonderful stretchiness.
3. Onesies really are the best. Next to the sleep n' plays I will say the onesie is the single most useful piece of clothing the first few months. It's all fine and good to go for cute and stylish when you're going out, but on days at home or to just run errands it's all about the onesie. Easy, comfy, and I feel like babies just like to have as little clothing on as possible (granted this would not work when it's cold out, I was lucky to give birth at the start of spring). And they're just cute, especially when your baby gets plump little legs with delicious folds you just want to bite. I will say I bought waaaaay too many white newborn onesies that Ryley grew out of in like 2 days. The Gerber ones especially are sized down so she pretty much immediately wore the 0-3 month sizes and outgrew those quickly too. And if you're like me and like a little cute factor you don't even need to get the white onesies. Just stock up on the cute printed ones when Carter's has a sale (which is pretty much all the time).
4. This one only really applies to girl babies, but next to onesies my favorite easy baby item for warmer weather are the little dresses that have onesies kind of built into them. I LOVE the ones Carter's makes. They are dressy enough that you can take a baby to a social event in them and have them feel special, but secretly just as easy and comfy as the good old onesie. You also don't have to mess with bloomers or separate bottoms so diaper changes are a breeze.
5. I am also a big fan of the romper. Again, easy to get on and off. Cute. Comfy. And shows off all that glorious leg chub. Carter's makes cute ones and I also really like the Baby Gap rompers.
6. Accessory wise, it's really all about the socks in the early weeks. Repeat this. Newborns do not need SHOES. Yes they might be insanely cute, but it's a waste of money and no baby is going to enjoy having their teeny feet strapped into shoes or booties just for the sake of a photo op. Keep their little toesies warm with socks and socks alone. I am a fan of the socks that look like shoes, because I think they are funny and whimsical, and what better moment to embrace whimsy in clothing than with a baby. It's no longer charming when you're an adult.
7. The other thing you need is a good collection of hats, soft hats to keep their heads warm in the cold and sun hats. This is the age when they have no choice but to wear hats and are not old enough to remove them themselves so really embrace the hats at this point. I really like the iPlay sun hat because it has a flap that covers their necks, even if it does make a baby look like a really dorky fisherman.
8. When it comes to baby pants, make sure they are soft and stretchy. Before Ryley was born I bought a pair of infant white jeans at Carter's, because how could I not? They were WHITE JEANS. For a BABY. They were much softer than adult white denim. But still. They were denim. I attempted to put them on her one time for a party and as soon as I buttoned them she seemed so uncomfortable and stiff that I immediately took them off and felt incredibly guilty I had even attempted to make her wear them. Don't buy your baby jeans unless they are of the jegging variety.Don't get them khakis or cargo pants or anything else with a button. They have the rest of their life to wear pants that zip or button. At this point any waistband should be elastic only and the material should not be DENIM. Babies are like a 9 months pregnant woman. It is all about ease and comfort.
9. Avoid separates. This was perhaps my biggest mistake. I bought A LOT of separates. Because they're so cute right? I bought little plaid button up shirts and cute little tops and shorts sets. I thought I would dress my baby in separates for most of her outings. I was so wrong. Separates are cute, but that's about all they have going for them when it comes to a baby. They are not comfy. They ride up and expose their little tummies to the elements. They are difficult with diaper changes. Just avoid them. Again, when they are older they will have plenty of time to wear cute tops and bottoms. Right now it really is all about the one piece. Ditto for cardigans. I have like 50 baby cardigans hanging in Ryley's closet. There is a time and a place for a cardigan. It is not during the newborn stage. Trying to put a cardigan on a newborn is like trying to put one on a drunken chimpanzee. No one enjoys the experience.
10. If all else fails just let them hang out in their diaper. It is probably the way a baby most enjoys being dressed. Actually they would most enjoy just being naked, but we are civilized after all.
11. Oh and just a quick rundown of my favorite brands/stores. I really like Gap Baby for slightly "nicer" items. All of their stuff is really soft but it does run big. I like Carter's for everyday because their stuff is cute and almost always discounted (buy it at the Carter's store or website, not at Target, because of these frequent store wide sales). Kickee Pants I mentioned before as pricey but worth it for their footie pajamas. I LOVE Boden but am waiting to buy any of their stuff until Ryley is a little older, because it just is too pricey for a newborn. And Old Navy has cute baby stuff too but it is surprisingly on the expensive side compared to their adult stuff. Wait for sales!
Overall I learned from Ryley not to over-buy before baby arrives (I went a little crazy), especially because you don't know what size they'll wear and for how long. It is possible to buy your baby clothes after they are born (there is such a thing as online shopping). For the first few weeks you really only need some basics and then as time goes on you can start to get a little more creative/fashioned forward. Definitely ask people you know who have older kids to borrow stuff (most people are thrilled to get rid of baby clothes taking up space in their basements/garage/attic if they don't plan to have more kids).
Oh and just one word on those massive headbands with a flower on them that is the size of your baby's head. Don't. I mean if you want to take pictures that you can use to embarrass your child in the future, go for it. But for everyday life, just don't.
Apologies to my husband who will probably kill me for this, but for posterity's sake I just had to share the above exchange that occurred while I was at work on Saturday.
There are far too many things about this that are amazing, but I think the best part is even after I told him it was a shirt he continued to claim that it must be a dress because it has a frilly base thing. When I got home she was still wearing it (at this point at least for the sake of my baby's decency her diaper was covered up by little while bloomers, granted not the shorts that actually match it, but baby steps), and my husband continued to exclaim about the improbability of it being a shirt. Shirts do not have FRILLY BASE THINGS!!! That is just ludicrous. Who cares if it ends at her waist and leaves her entire diaper exposed? Still a dress because it has a frill thing!
I mean the man has a point. Do you own any shirts with frilly base things? What kind of tom foolery baby house of couture came up with such an anomaly?
I will say this was a much needed moment of levity on Saturday, because at that point we were still in the thick of Ryland's hunger/bottle strike. I left in the morning to the sound of her wailing, and that wailing was the background of my thoughts the rest of the day. It's not so easy to take care of other children when you are worried about your own, and as much as I tried to focus on work I had a hard time when I knew my baby was hungry and screaming.
But, yesterday, during my 12 hour shift, my baby FINALLY took a damn bottle already. Angels sung. The heavens opened up. A gospel choir flooded into my house (I imagine, I wasn't there). She took a bottle. In fact she took several bottles. Per my husband's report half of said bottles dribbled down her front, but I don't care. It's progress!!! I don't have to quit my job. I can leave my baby again before she is a year old without feeling crushing amounts of guilt (actually scratch that, I think crushing amounts of guilt are just par for the course of being a mom). I don't have to breastfeed her in public if I don't feel comfortable doing so. At parties I won't have to go sit by myself in an empty room for 30 minutes while my baby eats. If we drive somewhere far away we don't have to stop the car every 2-3 hours to let the baby leisurely eat.
Not only did she take a bottle of expressed breast milk but also she also really over-achieved and took formula (because I am a pumping failure and only produce like 5 oz even during a 14 hour day away). We switched to a soy formula, because Ryley has thrown up every time she has taken a milk based formulas, and she didn't throw up with the soy, which is also very exciting. Even if it does mean she might have a dairy allergy/intolerance which sucks, because I was really planning on stocking my house with massive amounts of cheese and blaming/justifying it on my baby when she is old enough to eat. However this could also explain the previously mentioned toxic waste level toots.
The important thing is I can go to work now (or leave my house for other more fun reasons) without feeling like I am leaving my baby to starve (an exaggeration of course, but that's how it feels when you leave your crying baby at 5:30am and know you won't be home to feed her again until 8:30pm). Plus my husband will not go insane (although judging from the aforementioned attempt to dress her in only a shirt based on the nature of its frill design, it might be too late for that). In all seriousness he did a wonderful job taking care of her over 3 very long shifts in the span of 4 days (with some awesome pinch hitting help from my mom). Especially when 2 of those 3 days involved taking care of a baby who wasn't eating. Ryley and I are both lucky to have him :)
Even if the outfit choices can be...dubious.
And to celebrate our victory I will shamelessly post far too many adorable pictures of Ryley in her new favorite toy, the jumparoo.
Happy Friday everyone! Overall it's been a good if an at times trying week (see Great Target Poop Explosion of 2016). The Bottle Strike of 2016 also continues unfortunately, so my last 12 hour shift (which equals about 15 hours away from home) was not fun for anyone involved. However the baby did take about 20mLs from a bottle so that's progress! Right? Kind of? The best scenario is she figures it out and starts taking a bottle soon. The worst scenario is I quit my job, never leave my house again, and breastfeed until she's 18.
Let's just say I'm hoping for Option 1.
More updates on our bottle struggle soon (hopefully the good kind) but for now here's what five things are on my mind this week
1. Hanover tomatoes. Meant to take a picture of the entire tomato, but they are just too darn good that I ate it first. I look forward to these alllll year long. No other tomatoes even come close. They are so juicy and flavorful and perfect. They make any sandwich better but are just as good plain with a pinch of salt and pepper. My favorite meal around this time of year is a couple of these babies chopped up with some basil and feta, tossed in a little Greek olive oil and balsamic. And they grow literally down the street from me. Definitely one of the highlights of summer.
2. We decided baby was old enough for a jumparoo and ordered one from Amazon (the Fisher Price Rainforest one, it had about 5000 reviews on Amazon and 5 stars, plus was the #1 best seller in activity gear, so figured it had something going for it). The first couple of attempts (pictured above) were not great. She was clearly freaked out with pretty much the entire experience and not such a fan. However today I have put her in it twice and she actually smiled and played with the toys (granted at this point "playing" is batting her hands at something and/or staring at it, but still!). She stayed in it happily for 30 minutes while I vacuumed, so I am already pretty sure this one will be a worthwhile purchase. It is enormous and tacky as all heck, but style and baby toys just don't mix. I know places like Land of Nod and Pottery Barn make more "stylish" baby things, but really when you get right down to it, kids are probably going to prefer the colorful, singing, light up plastic Fisher Price model to the muted, bare bones, ecologically pure and thus no batteries or lights or music involved Land of Nod play thingy. Also the Pottery Barn/Land of Nod play gear costs as much as a small car. So for now I am okay with filling my house with ugly plastic toys. And I will also look forward to one day tossing them all in a dumpster (or selling them). But I digress. I'm just happy Ryley seems to be getting the hang of the whole jumparaoo thing because it will probably buy me lots of hands free time in the next few of months to get stuff done. You can see her much less terrified reaction to today's jumparoo session below. And yes she is balding. Her hairline looks day and day more like that of a middle aged man. My husband recently suggested we "shave her head" so that at least it would be even....needless to say that suggestion was vetoed. Until things even out we will have to just rely on the old combover look. She will make a perfect Donald Trump for Halloween.
3. Pumping at work is, interesting. My pumping experiences so far have been pretty hit or miss. My first day back was super slow so I was able to pump in an empty patient room which was very relaxing and great. Since then I have pumped in our family room (with a sign on the door to keep people out) and in the hospital's dedicated "Lactation Room" on a different floor. The lactation room is really just a large closet with a curtain dividing the space in two sections. When I've gone there, there has always been a second person in there with me. Which feels...odd. If you've never pumped before, I'm not sure if I can stress how awkward the whole thing is. It's not like breastfeeding. Breastfeeding I can get why some women can do it in public. It really is beautiful in some ways and the baby covers most of your boob anyway. But when you pump, both of your boobs are out there flapping in the breeze (covered with plastic but still). There is a lot of noise. It's just weird. You really do feel like a cow. And I feel like for me, I am "pumping shy" in the same way some people must be bladder shy. I just have a hard time relaxing if someone is literally feet away from me. So I have not been able to produce very much when I pump at work. Especially because yesterday was such an insane day that I had to multitask and simultaneously attempt to chart, eat, and answer phone calls from doctors while pumping, because that was the only hope I had of getting out even close to on time. I will say I very much look forward to when pumping is no longer a part of my workday routine.
4. We are getting plantation shutters installed next week (!!!). This has been a long time coming since we knew we would do it when we moved in more than 6 months ago. And the order was placed about 8 weeks ago. The houses in our neighborhood are close together and we have a lot of windows. Plus we have yard guys come once a week (one of the perks of an HOA!). Privacy would be nice. As I type this I am feeding Ryley with about three men right outside my window mowing the grass and such. I have kind of gotten so used to it that it doesn't really faze me anymore, but it will be really nice to not have to show off my boobs for all the world to see when I feed my baby. Plus I've always wanted a house with plantation shutters, because I think they're really pretty (we're just getting a few rooms on our first floor, not the entire house because that would cost a fortunate). I will definitely post pictures once they're in.
5. So You Think You Can Dance Next Generation. I have been obsessed with SYTYCD for the last couple of seasons (I actually went to see the top 10 live on tour 2 years ago, I am THAT COOL). When I heard they were doing a kids version this year, I was extremely skeptical. I thought it would be really cheesy, not as good, and also kind of cruel to the kid contestants. However I have been pleasantly surprised to really love this season. The kids are AMAZING. Like so good they make me feel bad about myself, because at like 9 years old they have more talent than I ever will. And the show overall has been done in a way to be as kind as possible to the kids. Plus they all want to be professional dancers, so in real life they would be getting rejection and criticism at this point anyway. But they're all so freaking good that there's not even that much criticism. I also really love watching the All Stars they are paired with, because they all seem so supportive of and excited for the kids. My favorites are Tate, Kida, Jordan, and of course JT who is just like the human version of a smiley face emoji. He is joy personified. And he is tiny. And wears bow ties. And oh yeah is a really incredible dancer. Just watch his performance with his mentor Robert above!
I have been fortunate in the past almost 4 months to have not had to deal with many public baby poops. In fact I think there has been one total when she was about a month old. You see my baby is not a frequent pooper. She tends to save them up and go every few days. But when she goes, she GOES. Luckily most of these have occurred in the comfort and privacy of our home.
Until this past Monday. My husband was working Monday night so I wanted to get the baby out of the house and keep things quiet. I thought a Target expedition would be the way to go, since typically she will sleep or watch things happily from her sling while I browse the aisles. We got to Target after a (suspiciously) quiet car ride. Looking back now, I can see that clearly during the trip baby was in the midst of an epic poop explosion, because every time I looked back she was sitting placidly in the car-seat staring straight ahead. This is not her typical car pose. It also smelled to high heavens, but as I have written before, my daughter is a champion tooter, so a smelly car ride is not out of the ordinary.
Once I got her out of the car, into the sling, and started walking into Target, I realized the smell was not dissipating. I peeked inside her diaper to find the clear signs of a blowout. I briefly considered putting her back in the car and driving home, but then thought "Silly Liz. You are a mom now. You can change diapers in public. This is Target, literally the mecca of moms out with their babies. You've got this."
I grabbed the diaper bag, which luckily had a clean onesie in it, because by now I could tell that the poop was not a contained situation. We were in a Level 1 nuclear fallout. There was poop on clothing, on feet, on the sling. But again, I had prepared for this. There had been DRILLS people.
I walked confidently into the Target bathroom. I wanted to use the family restroom for privacy but of course it was occupied by what seemed like an impossible number of rowdy children and their mom. So I went into the Ladies room and saw with relief a changing table (it's one of those things you assume is there but you never really pay much attention to pre-kids).
I put the diaper bag on the sill next to the table, and of course saw that the little cushioned changing pad wasn't in there. And of course the Target changing table is hard as a rock. Smiling, I put Ryley down, trying to fool her into thinking this was just another diaper change, just like at home SEE! But her expression immediately told me she was no fool. Her eyes widened at the feel of the hard, cold table and the bright lights above her. Plus there were several women in the room washing hands and flushing toilets. There was a lot of stimulation, and she was not pleased.
Still smiling frantically at her like a maniac, I began to peel off the poopy onesie, of course in my nervousness getting poop all over my child. It was like I had never changed a diaper before. I felt like every eye was on me, when of course no one cared about the baby in the corner. Still I couldn't shake the sense that this was my moment to really be a mom in public, act cool and collected. And I was failing miserably.
As soon as I guided the baby back on the table sans clothing, the shit really hit the fan (kind of literally). Now she had naked skin against that hard surface and that was not even remotely acceptable. She began to cry in her loudest pitch, but I kept my eye on the prize and pulled out the wipes. I wiped. And wiped. And wiped some more. And somehow the poop was still there. Only now somehow it had gotten on her hand and the table was covered in it. And it was on my hand. Wipes were flying out of the package, but it seemed like we weren't making any progress. The more I wiped, the more poop I found.
People opened the door (which was right next to the changing table of course) and I'm sure were startled to see a screaming naked baby covered in poop being wiped furiously by her frantic looking mother, but politely averted their eyes and continued about their business. I tried to softly shush Ryley, but she was not having it. On any level. Her eyes said it all "Why are you TRYING TO KILL ME MOM?!? WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU???"
And then when it could not get any worse, someone put their hands under one of those crazy loud automatic dryers. I glanced at Ryley, praying her to be magically lulled by the noise. She liked white noise! It was kind of the same thing! She didn't mind the vacuum. This was no biggie.
She stared at me with wide, surprised eyes for one moment that felt like an eternity. And then she drew an enormous breath that seemed to suck all of the air out of the room. And then she screamed like she had never screamed before. She sounded like a really pissed off hyena, or a cat getting its tail stepped on, or a rampaging hippo. I'm pretty sure all the glass in Target broke simultaneously. Her face turned red. Tears streamed. Any passerby would think I was using the Target bathroom changing table as my own sadistic baby torture chamber, due to the pitch and volume of Ryley's screams at this point.
The person who had used the dryer quickly shuffled out of the bathroom, not looking at me or my flailing daughter, and one very nice lady came out of the stall and told me not to worry and that she wouldn't use the hand dryer because it scared her too.
By this point I had at least gotten the baby relatively free of poop and put a new diaper on her. Only she was contorting her body so much that getting the diaper fastened properly was taking impossibly long. To anyone watching I would have looked like I had never put on a diaper before. And then it was time for the new onesie, which of course ratcheted up the screams even more, because the only thing worse than a loud hand dryer in my baby's world is having something put over her head. If she could have talked she would have begged everyone in the bathroom to SAVE HER FROM MOMMY. Because not only had I put her on a hard surface surrounded by loud noise, I put clothing over her head. She was DONE, I tell you. DONE.
Finally I had the baby dressed. I picked her up and furiously scrubbed the changing table with wipes to try to clean it (btw, public changing tables must just be coated in old poop, another reason to use your own pad on top, which any proper mother would never have forgotten obviously #momfail). All the way I tried to smile at the continuous stream of people coming in and out (Why do so many women use the Target bathroom in the middle of a Monday!?! It was like grand central station in there. Does no one have bladder control anymore?) and juggle a still screaming baby.
At this point I momentarily considered trying to do the shopping I had come for. This thought lasted approximately .5 seconds. I was traumatized. The baby was traumatized. Neither of us could handle it at that point. I carried the baby out of the store without even bothering to put her back in the (poop covered) sling, and tried not to make eye contact with anyone.
This was not great. I did however learn some lessons.
1) Always bring the changing pad.
2) Hold out for the family restroom if you can.
3) Keep a plastic bag in your diaper bag for poop soiled onesies to go in.
4) Keep hand sanitizer in your diaper bag.
5) If you have to change your baby in a public bathroom again, beg everyone in there not to use the hand dryers. Bribe if necessary.
The good news is in some ways, I feel like this is one of those mom rites of passage you just have to go through. It was our first public poop explosion. I am sure it will not be the last. We got through it unscathed physically if not psychologically. I think Ryley has forgiven me.
Next time we will totally be that calm, cool, and collected mom and baby who breeze through the whole experience as if it's nothing. I will carry on with my shopping like it ain't no thang. And I won't flee Target with my formerly poop covered baby like a thief in the night.
This past Saturday evening we threw a good old fashioned lowcountry boil. Well an old fashioned lowcountry boil would have been cooked and eaten outside, but due to rain and bugs we improved and used stock pots and our kitchen island. If you've never had a lowcountry boil (aka Frogmore stew) it's pretty simple. Shrimp, kielbasa, potatoes, corn, and onions all boiled up with lemons and a boatload of Old Bay. Eaten off a clean surface, preferably with abandon.
I made these cheddar bay biscuits to go with:
They are copycat Red Lobster which I have never had, but which I have heard people obsess over. And I swear these were the best and EASIEST biscuits I have ever made. And I have worked at biscuits y'all. I think I even posted here a couple of years ago about my saga to make the perfect buttermilk biscuits for a friend's baby shower. I made practice batch upon practice batch. I sought out White Lily flour because per Southern Living this was the only acceptable flour for biscuits. I kneaded and rolled and folded exactly the amount of times I was instructed to in the recipe. I froze and grated butter! And after all this, they turned out...decent. These took about 20 minutes to prepare, dry ingredients together, wet together (and butter simply melted, not frozen and grated), dry and wet combined, cheese folded in, and then boom bam boom. Plus a nice little butter, garlic, and parsely topping. Fluffy and buttery and cheesy. Mmmmm. Sometimes in baking the work is worth it. And sometimes the shortcut, easy recipe tastes better than the convoluted one.
Of course there was also plenty of beer and wine. My husband and I like to throw parties, and this was our first one post baby. And even though I had noticed this change in recent years, I was struck forcefully at this party by how different things are these days. We got a big inflatable kiddie pool from Costco because we knew how many kids would be there. In the past we might have set up cornhole or beer pong tables. Now we fill up a kiddie pool.
In the past people brought their dogs to parties. Now we locked our dogs away in the garage due to the number of small children that our golden would love to tackle. There were 7 small children at this party, and after the fun of the kiddie pool wore off the older ones ran around our (completely un-childproofed house) like hyperactive bunnies. Instead of straining to be heard over music, the adults yelled over the sounds of crying infants and shouting toddlers. Instead of someone passing out and making a mess in the bathroom after one too many, toddlers wet their pants. No one had to uber. Our neighbors didn't call the cops.
Everyone was out the door by 8pm.
Life has changed people. And of course I couldn't be happier, because even before a baby I was prematurely old and liked to be home in bed by 9pm :)
Ryley actually did really well. She was awake and happy for the first little bit of the party and then passed out in the sling (what did people DO before slings?!) In general she likes crowds and noise and to look at different faces.
We paid for it yesterday though, because she was in a MOOD. Whether it was from the party or not, she was definitely not pleased with life. It was one of those days that I have to remind myself there is an end in sight to infancy. Her longest nap was about 30 minutes. She flat out refused to fall asleep in the crib for her late afternoon nap and for bedtime (we always try to start there). She fell asleep nursing almost every time (always a sign she is overtired) and then became extremely pissed off if I dared to take my boob away from her even after like an hour. Except for one mad dash out to Kroger, I had pretty much zero time without a baby attached to me. And I adore my little monkey, but even for me that's a little much.
On days like these I like to think of Future Liz. She is wise and well rested and showered. She has been through the baby years and has made it out alive. And she reassures me from the future that this stage will pass, the baby will one day nap consistently long enough to at least allow her mother some mental break time, that she will one day sleep in her room, that she will one day not want to eat constantly.
And until then, Future Liz advises present Liz to enjoy all the good baby stuff that comes with the bad (snuggles, gummy smiles, tiny hands and feet), know that it will pass sooner than I could possibly imagine, and in the meantime have a glass of wine.
I'm a thirty-something mom of two, wife, pediatric RN, and writer with a passion for all the big and little things in life.