2 Months with the Hermit Crab

She is two months old! No, time does not fly yet, but I think it will soon...

I wish I could say it was easier, but man the past couple months have just been hard folks. First of all, our basement and her nursery flooded, uncovering black mold then asbestos, so the three of us and her raging colic have been confined to just our bedroom (yay). She has her daddy's tummy (and yeah everything else, I know I know). It just isn't great and we're still under 8lbs so she's a little thing with skinny frog legs (something I've never had in my life). She loves to scream at us every couple hours for a feed we promptly give her. She then spits up all over us and screams again, then smiles so we forget all about it and love her more than life itself. In romantic relationships, we call this "toxic", but I think these mental gymnastics are considered regular ole parenting. That being said, she has a wonderful gastro and doctor, and we're slowly getting so much better. Still not in the clear at 1% weight, but there's a light. This month her personality has just blossomed, and when she isn't screaming her head off, she giggles and smiles and gives us sweet little coos. She is a little pensive, too, and stares at artwork on walls wherever we go so we think she's, like, super cultured. Her doctors and nurses love seeing us on their schedule and claim she's the prettiest little baby. If the pros say it, it must be true! And she has projectile spit-up or explosive pooped on all of them, so there little incentive to lie.

Our basement is now under construction and we're actually doing some fun additions to her room, her meds are starting to work, and her giggles are just amazing. As all of my parent friends have proclaimed in the past, it's the hardest thing I've ever done (no really... I understand those who opt out of kiddos... my life is very, very different and yours is very, very nice). But we are obsessed and in love. Shout out to our village and to my work team for making it all so much better. I couldn't ask for a better friend group or job. I'm not sure where we would be without the hand-me-downs, the babysitting, the coverage, and the gifts of food and time. Donna, you are a dream business partner. Megan, for loving my nugget and babysitting so mom and dad could have a little time, and for showing us the adorable ways we can use baby as a prop for our bits. Jessica and Lindsay for being the first to hold her when we're with friends or just getting momma out of the house. Katelin, for ALLLLLL the mom support and clothes. My bestie, Kristen, for flying out here to give me some relief and love when it was really tough, and for providing Rainie with 70% of the things she owns (Mommaroo, clothes, baby Brezza, toys, etc.) And to my own mom for her button nose and pretty lips, and talking me through being a mom to a colic baby. I get it now and I don't know how you did all of it with me. Consider me a little more humbled.

And of course my hubs and sidekick. I am so damn lucky to have a baby daddy that is involved and on it. I have graciously accepted that you will be the favorite parent and I can't wait to witness it as she grows up. I am more rested, fed, socialized, and loved than so many in this stage of parenting a tough nugget. You are ze best and I love you.

And to my volcanic postpartum hormones, for flaring up nice and big so I write long, emotional Facebook posts that make me cry because my baby is growing and my people are great and omg when will I fit into my pants again and omg world hunger, etc. etc.