don't cry over spilled milk

At 4:30 am this morning I cried over spilled milk. Boob milk is like liquid gold to me. I have to supplement, so when I get the chance to give my small small gold, I run with it. I pumped at 4:30 am because engorgment was an understatement. Just as I was grinning with accomplishment that I got out a sufficient amount of milk, I thought I would drop it, and let it spill all over my couch. I cried. I cried because I spilled my milk, and cried harder because it wasn't the first time I'd done that. Or second. I'd wasted liquid gold that comes by the precious ounce. I have a slighting suspicion that hormones might have something to do with it as well. (with those ever level out?) Too much information? Probably. But I lost all sense of privacy when this child came into the world. Good night.

P.s. how is Charlee already five weeks old? Sniff sniff

catching up

turns out when you have a newborn, time flies. i literally look at the clock for the first time, and it's 2pm. here are some pics to of the past month.

40 weeks and about to pop


i was scheduled to be induced at 7am, but my sweetie listened to her momma and started the labor on her own the night before.
16hr labor, 3.5 hours of pushing,lots of stitches, and she finally arrived.
turns out when you are completely numb, pushing doesn't come so easy. so they turned off my epidural, so i could pretty much feel everything by the time she finally came out. did i mention lots of stiches? i was convinced she wasn't coming out, so when she did, i couldn't quit blubbering with pure joy. most amazing moment of my life. mr dave who was nervous about passing out the whole 9 months, took it like a champ! cord cutting and all!

happy family

9days old julie ellsworth took these darling photos




dave in love

tatttered but in heaven


it's amazing what the human body is capable of. now that a few weeks have passed, it seems like a dream what went down in that delivery room.

p.s. i love being a mom