(Insert dull hum here...)

Can't write.

No words.

So tired.

Must blog.

Here... very very very awake baby cutness...

Observations

Childbirth is both harder and easier than you think. Epidurals are beautiful.

Nursing a newborn is exhausting. Lovely and sweet at many times, but exhausting.

If I had known I could function this well on this little rest, I could have done SO much more in college…

Getting out the door with a newborn is on par with a full-scale military maneuver. It involves planning, equipment, and strategy that would make Patton himself dizzy.

However far you think a newborn can projectile vomit, add 5 feet.

When you are home with a newborn, there is no shame in being unshowered in your jammies at 5:00 p.m.

Breast milk is sticky. And stubborn. And EVERYWHERE.

Keeping a stranger's grimy hands away from your preemie's face will bring out your inner ninja.

Even the best baby (i.e.- mine) has her meltdowns. Resistance is futile. Steve Winwood was right- roll with it, baby.

Labor and childbirth are worth it a thousand times over for the look on your sweet Husband’s face when he’s with your daughter.

Happiness is...

Vivian Mae
2:44 a.m. December 6, 2007
6 pounds, 12 ounces (5 weeks early…wow…)

She’s a good baby, quite the sleeper and a champion breastfeeder.
But she’s still a newborn. And a preemie who arrived after a huge last minute push at work, some pre-term labor, some bedrest, and other crazy things.

So forgive my absence, but I leave you with all this smooshy-faced cuteness.

I am the happiest I have ever been in my life.