More Smiles

Last night when her Daddy came home from work, Zoë smiled at him. While she was eating dinner. From my boob.


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Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm laying on the guest bed at the Farm, having just nursed the tiny terrorist into submission, waiting the requisite 20 minutes before moving her that will cement the sleep in place for a few hours, and I am thankful.

I am thankful for my daughter, who I fell in love with somewhere along the way.

I am thankful for the cute and precious moments like these that make the others easier to bear.

I am thankful for Preston, who is in it with me.

And for my parents, who love me as I love her, and who love her as only grandparents can.

Last year at this time I couldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams that this is where I'd be today, but I wouldn't have it any other way, and I am thankful for that.

Happy Thanksgiving!


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Sleep and Smiles

Z slept 7 hours in a row last night! I actually woke up ON MY OWN (due to painful rock hard boobs, but still, on my own!) and had to wake her up to feed her. Brilliant!! I feel like a human for the first time in 34 days!

Oh, and she smiles at us now. Best most precious makes-me-lactate smile EVAR.







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I Am a Human Pillow

Today the tiny human will only sleep in 10 minute increments. On me.


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Breastfeeding

I know it is supposed to get easier, but WHEN???


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