i was rude.

i was rude to the sean around 5:30am this morning.
dang it.
i was so tired.
lame excuse.
i was annoyed that kinz was fed and changed, but unable to keep her Binky in.
so what did sean do?
yell at me and roll over to sleep?
nope.
"you're being really rude, and it's annoying." (sean)
of course, like any mature adult i replied, "well you're annoying me too."
"what am i doing?" (sean)
"i don't know, you just are."
(b/c he wasn't doing anything, i just wanted to be bratty)
so he gave me a kiss, picked kinz up, and rocked her in the recliner until 6:30am.
luckiest girl on the block.
both of us.
and then i grovelled this morning and gave him a REALLY big smile.
he smiled back and gave me a kiss.
i think i got off too easy.
which makes me want to try harder to NOT be rude tonight.
b/c being rude is lame.
especially b/c you are tired.
...
in other news...
LA LECHE ESTA!!!!!
after 3 years of high school spanish i'm pretty positive i am not saying that grammatically correct, but you get ma' drift.
right?
i completely forgot how many diapers newborns go through.
the pork loin stayed in 1 diaper for 7 hours yesterday purely b/c i didn't even think to change his.
in my mind i felt like i had changed it.
note to self: when newborn poops, wait 5 min. b/c 9 times out of 10 there is more on the way.
we are officially set up for skype, and i officially have no clue what i am doing.
also, ann geddes called.
we told her thanks, but no thanks.

nada

no milk.
no sleep.
red eyes.
bad dream.
semi-clean house.
cute kids.

and it's snowing.

big flakes.

so i'm slightly more cheer-y than i would have been.

and am now much more equip to face the day.

good thing it's snowing:-)

it might have been a scary day without it.

shoog night

3:14am never felt so good.
my middle of the night feeding rewards.
if max gets to eat, so do i;-)

first nickname has been given:

"shoog night"

nights with max are just as sweet as sugar.

and i think it's a funny name b/c it's a little ghetto too.

isn't there a rapper with that name?

gigantor & a pink puff

OH.MY.GOSH.
brennan is HUGE!!!!!

hard to tell she's a girl.

i know.

i guess we'll have to put a sign on her that says,

"it's a girl."

just so there's no confusion.

"SNS" a.k.a. operation leche

my boobs are not working yet.
i told this to dr. N this morning.
he smiled with his eyes and said lots of nice things that successfully placed him in the
"all knowing god of understanding women" category.
the scout master is there too.
for rubbing my back and catering to my every need.
little miss max thinks colostrum is a waste of her time.
thank goodness for evil formula.
i say this b/c i used to think it was evil, but now i have an entirely new perspective and am grateful for the support it is giving me until my milk arrives.
the kind that comes in little small tubes to sneak into baby's mouth while she is sucking colostrum.
SNS is what they call it.
"supplemental nursing system"
so i put aside my fears and discriminatory thoughts towards formula.

she's healthy.

i'm healthy.

her name, i adore.

her lips, her puppy dog nose and eyes, her pretty hair.

i thought it was strawberry blonde, but now it's sandy blonde.

and her toes that are as long as fingers!

they could curl around a tree branch.

really, they're that long.

operation: WAIT for milk.

max's weight was down more than 10% last night, so this tiny little tube goes into her mouth while she nurses.

oh boy, does she LOVE it!!!

i keep telling her, the BEST is yet to come.

just wait for the real deal little missy:-)

tick tock tick tock tick tock...

the cocktail

Makenzie Maxine Gibson
7lbs. 14oz.
18 inches
12:29pm
...
the st. mark's cocktail:
been craving it since i had brennan.
cranberry juice, orange juice, sprite.
tried to make it, but have never gotten it right.
have to keep having babies to get it.
i'm sold.
thanks to jen, no hospital booties for me.
bless.
would you look at those heart gems on the side!
mom brought me pho.
vietnamese soup.
i wore this home from the hospital when i was born.
max had her hospital photo shoot in it today.
i love her puppy dog face.
and george castanza hair.
missing my brennan.
no one under 14 can come visit.
the infamous Dr. N.
3 cheers for him.
and nurse jackie.
mama C. if this face doesn't exude "max," i don't know what else does.
LOVE this pic of sean's mom.

nursing contractions are not so awesome,

but the nursery is WAY awesome:-)

better than 1.

Makenzie Maxine Gibson

February 7, 2010

12:29pm

7lbs. 14oz.

18 in.

...

"I remember what you wore on the first day

You came into my life and I thought, hey

You know this could be something..."

"'Cause everything you do and words you say

You know that it all takes my breath away...

...So maybe it's true

That I can't live without you

And maybe two is better than one..."

"But there's so much time

To figure out the rest of my life

And you've already got me coming undone

And I'm thinking two is better than one..."

"I remember every look upon your face

The way you roll your eyes, the way you say

You make it hard for breathing..."

"Cause when I close my eyes and drift away

I think of you and everything's okay

I'm finally now believing..."

"That maybe it's true

That I can't live without you

And maybe two is better than one..."

-"Two Is Better Than One"

by Boys Like Girls, feat. Taylor Swift

report on my findings

3 mornings in a row the pork loin (who has been recently rumored to be "thinning out") has woken up at 6am.
i walk into his room, less annoyed than i would usually be at such an absurd time, b/c i've already been up since 5am myself.
i see a smiling toddler, standing up, pointing to his "bum."
"do you need a new bum?"
"uh huh!"
at least today i didn't have to throw everything into the washing machine.
then it's off to start our day.
we're starving before 7:30am.
the culprit?
"choch-et" milk (as he calls it).
and coke.
i'm swearing now that i will not allow the pork loin to drink soda at dinner.
and if i break that swear, then i promise that i will at least not refill his cup with it.
with mama C in town and "last supper lunch dates" we've seen our fair share of soda this week.
for heaven's sake, we can't keep filling up diapers will all of this liquid before 6am.
toddler needs to go back to a diaper that lasts until 8am.
immediately.
...
5am wake up for me.
why you ask?
chest pains.
i have this burning line of skin right under my chest.
only other woman i've found to experience this is mama C.
with brennan it started around 32 weeks.
with max it waited until 36 weeks, but has turned out to be much more painful than it ever was with brennan.
i wake up on fire.
then i poke the scout master and ask for his aluminum water bottle, which i lay across my bare chest.
when i say chest i mean at the top of the baby bump.
right on "the table."
the tummy table.
then i fight myself over staying in the bed versus moving out to the recliner.
i always end up on the recliner by 5.
and then the pork loin is up at 6.
saving me from laying awake on the recliner with the burning chest.
so what have i learned this week?
that if you need some cheering up in the morning from a sleepless night all you need to do is put on the footloose song and any additional top ten songs from itunes that you may be ashamed to admit you enjoy listening to.
no shame people, no shame!!!
i'm starting to feel like the first time mom that believes she will actually sleep better after the baby is born.
really though, i'm not sleeping now, so an hour and a half between night nursings will be more than i'm getting now.
report on my findings to come...

6:30am sunday SUNDAY sunday!!!

super bowl "baby," here we come!!!
dr. N couldn't believe i was sitting in his office not in labor with the way things "are" in the cervix.
told me that if i would like an epidural (uh, YES PLEASE) that i will need it before my water breaks.
water breaks without an epidural, there will be no time for an epidural.
awesome:-)
so they sent me home with this lovely little fold-able handout.
call at 6:30am sunday morning.
can't wait!!!
mama C is here from the land of aloha.
we're putting our crochet squares together.
laying out obscenely large bows/flowers and little pink shoes.
heaven.
now to figure out more comfortable ways to sleep upright until sunday...

the REAL question

now the question is,
how badly do i really need that comb?