Baby Wearing

Baby wearing is a term meaning to carry or wear a child using a sling or other form of infant carrier. It's been practiced for decades, & is far from a new concept. The point of baby wearing is mainly used by nursing mothers. Studies have shown that mothers who practice baby wearing have a stronger attachment, making nursing easier.

However, some mothers use this method out of exhaustion & convenience. For example, I love holding my baby but would sometimes like to have my arms free. Another reason, is because I tend to favor one side of my body than the other, making one side of my upper body more vulnerable to aches & pains. Using a baby carrier centers the baby on my body.

Either way you use baby wearing, I'll agree that it is possibly the most amazing invention in history of parenting. Emmett abso-freaking-lutely loves his Baby Bjorn. If you are curious, it's much more co-ed than the wrap.



It can be worn by both mom & dad. It's super secure, & can be used as early as 2 months old. Emmett is a bit bigger & much better at carrying his own head, so it works perfectly. He dislikes being held in the typical baby position, & this holds him straight up & down. He can also look around.

If you don't believe me, see for yourself. This is honestly the best idea, yet.

Falling in love with someone else.

It takes a lot of patience to be a parent. Especially to a newborn. That whole 0-3 month stage is rough. They sleep, they wake up, they cry, they eat, they poop, they cry, they sleep. Then, they sleep, they wake up, they cry, they eat, they poop, they pee on you, they laugh & smile, they cry, they pee again, they laugh, they cry, they cry, they cry, then they sleep. Then they wake up again a half hour later & eat again. It does not only drain your energy, but sometimes it can drain you emotionally.

There are emotions that are not discovered until you've become a parent. Saying this, I mean becoming a parent happily. I'm sure there may be a lot of anger & resentment otherwise. BUT, if you are actually somewhat ready (because nobody is ever really ready)& extremely excited about it, then these are the emotions I mean. You can love your parents. You can love your significant other. You can love ice cream. & you can love your job. But this new found love, for a child... your baby, well... it's completely different than all of that.

Now lets call this love "child love." Child love, at it's infant stages, tends to trump all other loves. You used to love your dog. Possibly a little too much for taste. But as soon as you get that baby home, your dog becomes your worst enemy. "Don't you bark! Don't you lick! JUST GO AWAY!" Dog love, trumped. You start to find it easier to compare your love for your child to the way you love other things. The easiest type of love to do this to, is your significant other love.

After your child is born, you begin losing your patience for the other. Sometimes you argue. Sometimes you feel left out. You see your other half playing & kissing & loving your baby, and you wonder... why not me? Why are you not playing & kissing & loving on me anymore? It's a surefire way to hurt someone's feelings. & it's not because they've stopped loving you. It's because their love for that new baby trumped their love for you. So instead of going out of their way to hug & kiss you every morning, like they used to, they hug & kiss their new baby. Their love for you has been trumped. It can sometimes hurt. It can sometimes burn. But it happens.

The only thing you can do to help this situation is to remind your partner that "Hey! Hon, hey! I'm over here. You haven't kissed me yet. I'd like some, too." But overall, I think you should be thankful. People these days, well... it's just hard to find someone who actually loves their child w/ that kind of love. Sad to say, I know. But it's true.

I'm baaack!

So I took a hiatus, as you can tell from my previous post. However, I extremely missed blogging, & I've began getting bored. So, here I am, beginning again until some other force of nature tears me away.

So far we've got a very good rhythm going on w/ Emmett. We're starting to understand each other much better, & let me tell you... he's the most wonderful baby boy, ever.

He's a little over 2 months now, & last time we checked he was 12 pounds, 12 ounces, & 23 inches long. He now knows how to suck his thumb, "talk", & laugh his cute little butt off. (If you didn't remember, Emmett was born at 9 pounds, 8 ounces, & 20.5 inches long)



Just last night I had the worst possible dream. I dreamed that I was pregnant. I dreamed that I was pregnant w/ 10 babies. & I could already feel them squirming around. But the doctors told me that they would be able to survive in my uterus. My only choices were to either eliminate them down to 2 or 3, so that they could thrive better... or I could eliminate them all together. In my dream, Phil & I chose to eliminate them all together. & in the hours I waited for my surgery, I kept my hand on my tummy & felt them squirming about. This is not a choice I would have made in real life. Not after feeling Emmett's squirming, kicks, & punches... and then seeing his handsome self come from me. I'm very thankful, however, that this was a dream.

Well, now that I'm back let me remind you of a few other places than here that you can find me on the web!

Facebook - add me as a friend & check out all my picture/status updates!
Twitter - follow me to read all my status updates!
Dailybooth - follow me to see daily picture of me, Emmett, Phil, Caesar, & anything else that gets in my way!
Foursquare - be my friend & follow me around town exploring all the different places I check-in to!

I have a feeling this 2nd/3rd/billionth go round is gonna be better yet! :)