Well, Holden turned 8-weeks yesterday.
I was meeting some friends at Marie Calendars for pie on Saturday evening (it’s across the street from St. Mark’s hospital) reflecting on where I was at this time two months ago… It’s amazing how fast it’s flown by.
Super Mario Brother
Everyone says ‘they grow up fast’ and it’s true. Holden is already like 13 pounds! He’s outgrown his newborn clothes and most of his 0-3 month onesies look like he wearing a muscle shirt (like a cheesy Guido going ‘clubbing’ in a medium gap-T when he should be wearing a large.) Just kidding, my kid doesn’t look anything like a Mediterranean clubber… he’s 100% Mangum and that means my dark features apparently did not have the override in the gene pool I was planning on. C’est tout. Besides, everyone knows I’m part-Mexican, not Italian anyway.
OK, so where are we?!?!
Seriously So Blessed?
Apparently I now have a “mommy blog” which kind of weirds me out; considering when “Suite Spots” the column debuted in Delta Connection’s SkyWest Magazine many moons ago, I was talking about the Dead Goat Saloon and pontificating about where to get the best atmosphere with your martini (though I’ve never been a drinker). Hot-chic Salt Lake eateries and haunts, and now I’m weighing the merits of cloth diapers and trying to remember which room I left the Boppy in. Still (Suite Spots) Version 2.0 real life is much more rewarding… I just can’t believe how much I end up discussing breasts online. Speaking of…
Breast Week Ever
So remember how I am crazy about the whole nursing thing? I mean, I cannot believe how hard it has been for Holden and me. Two months later and we are STILL not in a groove. However, after a couple more phone sessions with LeLeche League, another trip to Lactation Station, two new brands of bottles, a nipple shield (good call Bree), and of course -- more tears, I am happy to report that Holden is finally latching on. (We’re still bottle feeding expressed milk, but he’ll nurse a few times a day now so I take what I can get.)
58 is Enough
I knew it was significant, but I guess I didn’t really realize how insane it was/is that I pump 45 to 50-plus oz a day until my midwife told me she’s lucky to get 8 ounces in a 24 hr period (and some women get even less). So you can imagine her surprise when I told her two days ago I had a new all-time high: 58 ounces! (I have to find things to rejoice about when it comes to the nursing thing because I have felt like such a failure at it the majority of my post-partum days.) That said, do you think I should ask Ben and Jerry if they want to use me for their new PETA friendly flavor? (Or should that be our secret award-winning ingredient for the Mt. Olympus 10th Ward’s annual Ice-Cream Social?)
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