First off, I will mention that I always seem to have bottles chilling in my room. Right now there is currently three on the bedside table with the last dribblings of Landon's "snupper", "late snupper", and "early bweakfast".
My diaper genie always seems to be full and needing a change. Mostly, because I gave birth to a little pooper. I always just go right to the change table to check his diaper because I know there's going to be a little present in there for me to clean up. ALWAYS.
Aside from constant feedings and dirty diapers, life as a mama has been a rather interesting journey. It appears that Landon has become my "Well, I now know to NOT do that for the next one" Test subject. (Test Dummy didn't sound so pleasant)
I regret not trying a little harder to get Landon to nurse. There probably would have been more of a chance for bonding with him. But his weight and his health came first and bottle feeding it had to be, luckily i can pump like a jersey cow so he still gets my milk.
Unfortunately, I had the oh so lovely experience of forming mastitis. Which, by the way, sucks.. and hurts very bad. AND you have to get the hard lump out by rubbing and massaging the area, which you don't even want to touch. I remember when that sick, nasty lump came out. Oh, i almost puked. It was this big jelly like clump of sour milk. I remember seeing the texture of the milk was all wonky in the bottle so i poured it into a bucket and SPLAT. Most disgusting thing ever.
Landon has been more awake and alert now, and has had his first growth spurt. However, more alert has made him more grumpy, which has snagged him the nickname, The Kraken. Wake up to his little claws tearing into your flesh and you will see why i call him that. I don't think Krakens snort like a little piglet when they are hungry though. Or have kicky frog legs.
He is also smiling. He started smiling when his grandma started meowing at him, and bowowowowowing like a dog. He is still pretty stingy with them but they are coming and getting bigger. And they sure melt his mommy's heart.
And to top of this blog post, I must say I had the best birthday card from my friends Elisha and Brian. On the front it had a little yellow ducky and it say I Mithed your birthday? *open card* THIT! I laughed so hard. So simple but to me it was frickin hilarious.
Anywho.. hopefully i can keep this thing going now. I miss bid a farewell as my child is snacking on his hand like he has never been fed since birth.. and i need to exercise these saddle bags and muffin top off. Peace!
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