Surviving motherhood

Pregnancy was fairly easy. I still remember Marlow in my belly kicking away. Sometimes I felt like a human punching bag and wished she would let up on the ribs. But I also remember placing my hands on my belly and realizing that she wouldn't always be with me....near me... I knew one day I'd miss those punches and jabs.

Planning for her arrival was a blast. I had to have just the right bedding, and took such detail to choose her colors and fun additions to her room. I think I did more painstaking research on her baby gear than I ever did in college.

Labor was a doozy but incredible, empowering and so glorious. The fear washed over and I couldn't wait to meet her, hold her, hug her.

And oh the first few weeks together we learned so much... I learned so much about myself and my relationships. I loved every moment....even the hard ones. I loved her nestled on my chest as she slept... her little giggles....staying up at night whispering to her about all the fun we would be having as she grew.

Every moment has been so cherished... and now it's time to go back to work.

I have to admit the tears came as I packed her little bag yesterday before our test run. Part of me was so glad I got that over with because I handled today better than I thought. And in true Marlow fashion she was as cool as a little cucumber. Really her first day of daycare couldn't have gone any better.

So here I go, I'm going to try to do it all... work... family... friends....and maybe a little "me" time Life is good.

Hello Miss Hawaii!

Happy 2 months to my baby girl. To celebrate Marlow got some new headbands! I fell in love with these beautiful blooms from headfullofflowers on Etsy. Really I loved a couple of headbands so we stocked up ;) This tropical band is called Miss Hawaii and Marlow was not as thrilled about it as her momma.

Her 8 week photos started out well...

Then went downhill quick and we decided to try another day.

Poor Marlow

I almost lost my mommy license. I attempted to trim my poor baby's nails because she scratches the heck out herself all the time. I freaked when she moved a little and nicked her little nail. I think I cried more tears than she did. Well she cried zero tears so I definitely cried more. She looked at me and laughed as I panicked.

Her little hands are always in fists so I grabbed a cotton ball and handed it to her. She applied her own pressure and I just put on a little mitten to keep it in place while she rode in her swing and momma composed herself... sigh.

Weekend Fun!

Marlow got to hit her first big bash this weekend when we went to Callie's 2nd birthday. We packed her up and headed to the park for pinata fun. It was so much fun for her she crashed!

But once we got home, it was her daddy who needed the nap.