A Successful Week of Momming

This week was a win. Tuesday, Lillian had her 2 month pediatrician visit and is crushing it at babyhood, duh. She's in the 80th percentile for weight and the 90th for height, like a boss. She got her first set of shots though... we both cried a little. What was worse, though, was the band-aid removal that night because yours truly had to be the source of the pain. The look on her face was heart wrenching. And there were three band-aids. There were more tears.

After the pediatrician's we ran some errands. I went through a Taco Bell drive through on the way to Wal-Mart (a necessary evil on occasion - both the fast food and the supporting of Wal-Mart). I parked, she was super pissed about being in her car seat, per usual. I proceeded to simultaneously change her poopy diaper on my lap in the driver's seat while eating my cheesy gordita crunch (with beans instead of beef because that shit scares me). I had one of those moments where I was like... yup, I'm definitely a mom now. Then I put her in the Moby wrap, got out of the car, and immediately felt something warm and gooey on my chest. Yes, she had indeed spit up down my chest... inside my shirts so it all collected in the built-in bra of my tank. So I scooped it out with a burp cloth and went on my merry way.

I took a victory picture in the Wal-Mart bathroom after I successfully hover-peed while wearing her, the culmination of my small mom-victories of the past half hour. I'm starting to feel like I've got this shit figured out.

Wednesday, we attending our local La Leche League monthly meeting. For those of you who haven't experienced being a human milk machine and aren't in the know, it's a breastfeeding education and support group. Breastfeeding is surprisingly complicated, ya'll. I always learn so so much at the meetings. Plus it's fun to see all the cute babies and get an idea of what to anticipate as she ages.

Thursday was mommy baby yoga followed by a hospital lactation consultant led new mommy support group meeting. Yoga is fun but I am not good at it... at all. I am so uncoordinated and not very stretchy. I used to be super flexible back when I danced and did gymnastics... when I was 6. But I will persevere, I've got over 20 pounds of pregnancy weight left and I refuse to be still talking about losing the baby weight when I get knocked up with the next one... which won't be for yearrrrsssssssssss.

I've made some connections with a few moms I've met at the meetings and yoga and have been corresponding with one of the moms from our Bradley Method birth class. Also, I just learned about a babywearing group that meets once a month that I'm excited to investigate. I'm trying to find my community here. I'll go insane if I don't. We moved here in August, and while Lee's family is here as well as one of my bestest friends, I'm really feeling the need for some ladies who recently made tiny humans with their uteri (yup, had to Google that one to be sure). I'm making progress, if nothing else I'm finding some good reasons to get out of the house on a regular basis.