This week has been filled with so many mixed emotions for me. I would say at the beginning of this week I hit my lowest point, but then last night I also hit my highest when I got a wonderful two hour break from my two youngest kids to go out shopping with my eldest daughter and my mother. Even though it felt amazing to get out for a couple of hours for the first time in a month without the baby and toddler with me, I still very much missed Kya, especially when a random screaming child triggered a let down in my breasts. And here I thought only my son and daughter’s cry only did that…awesome. Anyways, this week has been a rollar coaster (did I also mention that I’m on day 4 of no sugar?).Tweet
As a mother I’ve sacrificed many things for my kids and not just my time and body. For my daughter I sacrificed my teens and early 20′s, for my son my Etsy shop and wearing any kind of earrings because he loved to
grab rip them out every chance he got (I even had to lose the nose ring because he’d pull that out on a daily basis while nursing), and for Kya I am now sacrificing sugars, fashion, and everything else.
I can’t believe it’s been almost two weeks since Kya’s arrival into this world. Watching her change every day has been so rewarding, but also so sad. I feel like there is not enough time in the day to sit … Continue reading
Well…what can I say? After 269 days of waiting, Kya Molly-Christine was born on October 19, 2012 at 12:35 pm, weighting 8 lbs. 6 oz. and 21 inches long, and like any set of parents, we think she’s just perfect.
Now I’ve written and re-written this story over and over again. I don’t think I will ever be able to write it the way that will express to you how overwhelming and surprising the whole experience truly was, without boring you all to death with tiny details and too long of a blog post.
I feel like the best way to tell this story will be just to lay out the facts in chronological order. So here we go: Continue readingTweet
I am miserable guys. I don’t even know how to explain it without sounding ungrateful, but I just feel miserable. Physically this baby is kicking my ass…literally. If she isn’t tearing apart my insides, she is shoving her head so … Continue reading