Nf/nIn the months leading up to Raziel's arrival I read everything I could get my hands on. I wanted to know what was going on with this life that was being created inside of me. Now that Raziel is here, I haven't read a damn thing, and this is why.
When he was born there was the ' right way to things'. I tried these things and we were not happy! For example breast feeding!! It was the most horrible time for us. He was frustrated, I was frustrated, they spoke to me about nipple confussion(nipple what!?) Blah blah blah!! Then I did it my way, and we're the happiest duo ever!
Then came 'their way'. Examples: Maybe you should feed him more. This said person proceeded to give him more ounces then he ate, but because they were doing it in a sneaky way ; they didn't add enough formula. He shouldn't lay like that. Even though that was and is the only way he sleeps comfortably. He's spoiled! But then every time he made a sound, people would pick him up!
Then there is ' your way'. This is the best way! Almost 3 months in and Raziel is thriving! We have him on a schedule, that we came up with, and he's taking to it wonderfully. I listen to what feels right to me and to my baby. So what if I hold him to much! So what if he's a little chunky! So what if I give him formula! So freaking what!(sorry venting) The truth is there is no ' right way' with a baby. ' Their way' may not work for you. So go ahead. Do it your way, because that's the best way!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The ' right way', ' their way', and your way.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
The thing that makes my heart smile.
Is that wonderful smile. I come home from work and he smiles at me. My day gets instantly better. I'm so in love with my little boy.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Our first Thanksgiving as a family.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
I love him!
Yes, I love him, everything about him. I love his little tiny toes, his little tiny hands, his gorgeous gray eyes, the way his hair parts to the side, and even the way he whines. I love him. I love him more then I ever thought was possible, and when he smile at me I realize that I can always love him a little more. He's perfect, even on not so perfect days. He's a part of me in so many ways, a perfect litle mini-tabitha. I see a lot of myself in him, even now, and I know I am in trouble. But it's all o.k, because I would not, will not, trade this feeling of complete love for anything. I love him. When i'm away from him, I can't wait until he's back in my arms again. Sometimes I rush home just to be able to play with him. I Love Him. My little boy, my life, the reason why my heart beats, and my soul smiles!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HIM!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Battle of the bottle.
Tonight was a difficult night for Raziel and I. He's getting so big, so fast, and he wants more milk. He slurps down his milk, and if it doesn't come out fast enough he screeches! If I take the bottle out to burp him it's like world war 3. I have the most stubborn two month old baby I have ever known. I have a feeling that we are going to have epic battles! What can I expect? He's his mother's son.
Monday, November 15, 2010
The most beautifullest thing in this world!
BoBo Wars!!
Bobo wars: my son and I have a war with his pacifier! He wants it to calm him down, but then realizes that the rocking and the pacifier are putting him to sleep. He spits it out, cries, I put it back in, he's quiet, he spits it out again, cries again, and what do I do? Hell, I put it right back in his my mouth of course!!
