Okay, it’s official. My child is growing up. Yes, it’s great that she’s growing and thriving but I really enjoy her sweet cuddly newborn-y self. Elle G. is a really good baby. She doesn’t cry too much; mostly when we have stupidly missed her hunger and tired cues. But other than that, she does a great job at not driving us nuts with constant crying.
And when she does cry and I can’t figure out why I’m all like, “Elle, you’re being such a crybaby.” And she gives me this look like, “Ma, do you want to make it better or shall I turn it up a notch?”
I’m starting to spot her little personality. She’s hilarious and has a wacky sense of humor just like me! She does this new thing where she’ll open her mouth to receive the pacifier and then spit it right out. And then she’ll whine just for you to put the paci in her mouth to start the cycle all over again. It cracks me up. She’s also starting to babble. We are chit-chatting allll the time.
She’s a smiley baby too. Sing a song or talk in a high-pitched voice and Elle Belle will smile at you. It’s the sweetest little smile. She’s still sleeping through the night and only wakes up once or twice to get a bottle. And then she’s out again.
Honestly, I can’t complain about much because Elle is such a good baby. She only has few meltdowns and that’s when I’ve eaten things that haven’t agreed with her. Which includes the following: dairy, curry, spicy food, sweet potatoes and beans.
Many of you have asked how breastfeeding is going and um, yeah no. I am an exclusive pumper – this means that I am a mother who only expresses breast milk for her baby. Elle will nurse a bit using a nipple shield but quite frankly, the pain I get from that (think cracked nips) and confusion in trying to figure how much she’s getting is just not worth it. She’s latched a few times but usually ends up screaming minutes later. I have no idea why.
So yes. I spend approximately 19 hours a week total and pump about 250 oz worth of breast milk. Since she’s been born, I’ve expressed over 21 gallons of breast milk. Insane? Yes. Remind me to write a post about the up’s and down’s of being an exclusive pumper. I would have loved to nurse her directly but hey, I’m doing the best I can. I have small goals for when I will continue to pump. I want to last for at least 3 months, and then 6 months and then 9 months and then a year. Truthfully, I’ll throw myself a party if I can last 6 months. I will buy myself a diamond tennis bracelet if I can last a year. Pumping is the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life. Ever. Childbirth is 10x easier. Yuuuup.
That’s Elle hangin’ with her Gam. Yes, Grandma Clumps’ name is Gammy. Hilarious, uh?
How am I two months postpartum? Starving! All I want to do is eat. And I do. I have recently joined Weight Watchers and I’m becoming more active with taking walks with Elle. My goal is to loose a good 10 lbs in the next few months. I’m pretty sure it’s feasible but when I tell y’all I am hungry, I mean starving…allllll the time.
I am becoming so much more confident in motherhood. I can leave the house with her and not be so…afraid. It’s tough living in a city without many family members to help with a newborn. I feel like it’s just Esposo and me most times and when he’s working around the clock, well, it’s just me. And taking care of a newborn plus a blog is anything but easy. But…I’ve been doing it. So yeah, Elle isn’t the only one growing and I’m really happy about that.
We’re in the process of finding a nanny or home daycare for Elle and I can’t stop crying over it. I can’t work from home, I can’t quit my job and how I’ll put her in someone else’s care at such a young age is beyond me. But I have to do it. It’s just soooooo hard. Any tips, working moms?
Weight - 10 lbs
Biggest Accomplishment - Discovering that chocolate gives Elle insane gas. Prior to this, we would endure a few nights of insane crying and tummy troubles. We tried different bottles but nope, I was the problem.
Favorite Toy – Elle got a swing that she adores. We love it too as it is great at getting her to sleep.
Biggest Hurdle – Elle and I were sick with a cold for like a week and it was baaaad. But we got over it.