Lucy 1 day old:
Lucy 2 weeks old:
Same outfit, but look at how much she's grown in the past two weeks!
Waaaaa!!! :( I weep! But really. I'm sobbing. For the 12th time today.
Stay little, my sweet pea.
Moving on before I have a complete meltdown...
Since my tatas have to be at Lucy's beck and call all hours of the day, I cannot leave her side. Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled beyond thrilled that breastfeeding has come as easily as it has for me and Lucy girl, but man, it is a lot of work. I do not plan on introducing a bottle for another month or so because I want Lucy to be fully used to breastfeeding and prefer that over a bottle. I'm also not introducing a pacifier for another month ish for the same reason. It's not right or wrong, it's just what I'm doing. Every mama and every baby are different, but that's my plan.
All this to say, for the past two nights, Lucy has decided that it is par-tay time all hours of the evening! She thinks it's hilarious to wake up every hour and a half or so for a little late night feeding or play time with mama. Last night, I got to thinking, This is like the stinkin' Hunger Games!
The odds are rarely in this mama's favor.
Preparing for motherhood is all well and good and beneficial, but once you actually have your baby and are thrown into the grand arena of motherhood, the whole game changes. Sometimes, I feel as though Seneca Crane, the Head Gamemaker for The Hunger Games, is orchestrating Lucy's every move.
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I'm like Katniss Everdeen when she climbs trees, hoping to get a few hours of sleep at night during the games. She knows the other players are after her, trying to kill her. I'm like Katniss, except I crawl into bed, with one eye open, waiting for those first few noises of little Lucy waking up ready to attack! Right when I get cozy with Jamie and Leia, having my first glimpse into my nightly dream, Lucy has this innate sense that I'm in dreamville, and she starts those horrifying noises that it is feeding time! The Hunger Games.
My angel baby goes from this:
To this:
In just a matter of moments!!!
And then Seneca and the game makers use their magic game board and turn my sweet, sleeping baby into one of those awful tracker jackers that comes out of no where. Her cries turn into these piercing screams and the stench of her diapers sting your nose. The Hunger Games ensue.
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I typically feed her for about an hour. Sometimes she's a sweet, angelic sweet pea, lovingly receiving nourishment from her mama. But then the game changes again, and she turns into one of those mutations from The Hunger Games, attacking my body in a ravenous, dog-like fashion!
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Come on, Lucy girl. Be gentle now.
Okay, she's not that bad :) I love my Lucy so so very much and find myself ugly snot crying on a daily basis because my love for her overflows more than I ever thought it could. God is so good and He has blessed me and Jamie immensely with our sweet and healthy baby girl.
Yes, the nights are long. And they tend to be lonely. And I feel helpless when Lucy projectile vomits all over me and herself several times at two in the morning. And sometimes, I feel as though I'm thrown into The Hunger Games arena, just waiting for my next attack from my 7 pound angel baby. But then I look at her in complete and utter awe, thinking Jamie and I made this little girl. She has a bit of me and him in her. I love her. More than she'll ever know.
Being a mama is tough at times, but it's the biggest joy of my life. I love you, Lucy baby!
And I love YOU guys! Have a great evening!
She's so adorable!! My baby girl is 21 months!! I still just cry sometimes because that overwhelming love feeling doesn't stop! It does get better promise. You are doing amazing :)
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