And then there were three.
One month ago we became a family of three. **clearly I wrote this in November**
I gave birth to a 7lb 10oz bundle of mini-Max.
Giving birth is intense! Why does no one talk about how INTENSE it is? Probably because it's impossible to put into words, I suppose. But sitting here, one month later, on this fall evening, watching the beautiful Colorado sun set behind the foothills, with Max trying to nap on the couch and listening to Theo making pterodactyl noises in his swing, I'm full. My heart is full, and my boobs are empty. Well, that's not true- I feel like they should be, but actually the newborn grunting has turned into crying, and now my boobs are leaking. Did you know that happens? When a baby cries (especially your baby) your milk starts to drip (sometimes squirt) out of your nipples. Is this blog going to be all about milk and nipples now? Only time will tell- but that is my life at the moment, so that's what I'm going to write about. I'm literally running this breastaurant 24/7, feeding Theo every 20 minutes to 2 hours. It's exhausting and also fulfilling. Listening to his little breaths while I hold him and he eats, tucking his hair behind his little ear (he has a LOT OF HAIR!) and petting his furry shoulders (again- lots of hair!) - I can't put into words how happy this all makes me. So I'm just going to post some pictures and then go cry over my new baby, because that's also all I do now- I feed Theo and I cry- but the good kind of crying. Big, fat, happy tears of joy that won't stop rolling down my cheeks, and that's okay.