Sharing My Mommy Progress Report :: Plans Vs. Reality

Remember when I wrote this post? The one where I lovingly and explicitly detailed five things that I swore up and down I would do different with baby number two? 


Let's just take a little gander back at that post and check our progress, shall we?

Let's just get it out in the open now that this was, by far, the worst Progress Report that I've ever received in my entire life. Never say never, right?


Maclane stayed with me every single night while I was in the hospital. Except for that one night with an incompetent young nurse who kept him in the nursery for over four hours because she "kept forgetting" to run his STAT bilirubin labs and report back to the doctor. I should get an A+ for how I handled that situation. There's just something within me that immediately takes over after my babies are born. I just cannot be away from them during those first few months weeks.


Our breastfeeding journey this time around is so, so very different from my first adventure with Carter. With Carter, I felt so much pressure to do this and do that and for the four months that our "adventure" lasted I don't think I enjoyed a single moment of it because at best all it felt like was a chore. I don't want to jinx myself here but Maclane has been a Champion nurser from the get go. So much so that I've been able to put away more than 500 ounces of frozen milk in six weeks and more importantly than that, I love the time I get to spend with him when we nurse. Lofty breastfeeding goals? Let's just say I have plans to make it a little further than last time. 


Putting Maclane to sleep in his crib at three months gets an "IP" for In Progress. Knowing myself, I should really just get it over with and put a big fat "F" on that line but I'm going to give myself a little more time seeing that he's only six weeks old. And sleeping in our bed. Yes, that's right. He hasn't even made it into the bedside bassinet yet. Yep, just go on and give me that "F."


As far as Baby-wearing goes, I should get a medal for this one. I have become a rockstar baby-wearer thanks to a kind Internet Friend who graciously sold me her Ergo carrier. No more struggling with the Moby or breaking my back with the Bjorn. I am a reformed baby-wearer and I absolutely love it! 


And last but certainly not least, interviewing babysitters. I know, I know. This is something that I really need to work on. Let it be known, of course, that if we didn't live so damn far away from my parents, we would have two wonderful babysitters on hand at any given moment. But since someone insisted on moving 200 miles away from them, I've done a less than stellar job at finding suitable replacements. Keep in mind, I also have ICan'tLeaveMyNewbornBaby Disease which makes this process just a bit more difficult. Let's reevaluate this in another, oh, five months, shall we?


How's that for progress, huh? Excuse me while I try and remove my foot from my mouth...