2 weeks!

Gosh! I know bad, bad blogger!! But, really! I have an excuse…..her name is Emma.

Truth be told, having a child is awesome! I am so happy and so fulfilled. But, writing about all the little things day in and day out that go on with a newborn are not so interesting for those reading…. I mean, how many times do you want to read about Emma’s feeding schedule, diaper changes and my lack of sleep? Probably not much…

So, I will give a rundown of some of the fun/interesting stuff.
First of all, Emma is a crazy active child…I don’t know who she gets that from?? She already rolls side to side, so that means no forgetting her on the changing table. She also cannot stop moving her legs, and keeping her swaddled is impossible. We time how long it takes her to squirm out of her blanket.

Emma is also a little piggy, and I mean that in the nicest possible way. She is the best kid and SO well behaved until she realizes she is hungry. Then watch out, she screams bloody murder as if she will waste away to nothing (which is not the case considering the double…almost triple chin developing on her). The good part is that it makes Gregory and my job easier: fussy baby? Feed her, angry baby? Feed her, lonely baby? Feed her, crying baby? Feed her. I don’t know if it is the right thing to do but it works!

The downside of the “feed her” solution is that it requires a “mom”…yes, Erin has not gotten much sleep and be careful, I could blow at any moment. I consider myself a huge pot of “stew”…a bunch of stuff cooking/boiling together that could yield the best tasting concoction ever or something that could turn sour…in other words, I am post-partum crazy…which is better than depressed.

For example, last night, I decided it would be a great idea to unleash on Gregory when we are in the middle of our feeding session because he had time to eat a “cookie” while prepping a bottle and I did not because I had to start with breast feeding (remember, we have a child who thinks she is going to die screaming her lungs off and will not stop until she gets fed..aka, mom!) and move onto pumping …what transpired was not pretty. Good news is I did not get the cookie so I continue to lose the pregnancy weight and Gregory did not kill me because he is the most patient, loving and supportive husband ever!! (Despite what he posts on Facebook)

Ummm, what else…. I swear, my pregnancy brain gets worse! I am becoming stupid…and I am not kidding. On the “real life” front outside of Emma, Gregory and I are busy working out a schedule. A work/real life/baby schedule and it is hard work! I am becoming adjusted to the fact that I will be a full-time “mommy” and that work/training will be of less priority for the while. But, because I have such a great hubby who understands what makes me happy, I do have some “morning” time to be allocated to what I want and I am SO grateful. More on those morning plans later….

Finally, one last funny thing that I wanted to share because Gregory thinks it is the funniest and sent out a mass email telling all his friends: the 2 things that stood out in his mind during my labor:

1. The nurse asked me if I wanted to see a Chaplain because it was standard procedure and my response: “Only if they can administer an epidural.” I was then the nurse’s best friend.

2. About 7 minutes into my 13 minute pushing ordeal..which, I thought was not bad at all because I had the epidural and I thought I was awesome at the time…I told Gregory in front of the doctor and nurses suited up and ready to deliver “I am going to kick you’re a$$ at Ironman next year!!” …after 2 weeks and 1 day of taking care of Emma and lack of sleep I think I am not so sure anymore….

Alright, time to put the mommy hat on! More later