Is it possible that I just slept for 6 hours straight? Unless I forgot to log a nursing session on my breastfeeding app, then it must be true. I feel clearheaded and, dare I say, well-rested? So, I must quickly write a post to remember and record this feeling so that I can come back to it later this afternoon when I'm feeling overwhelmed with exhaustion, once again thinking of that special someone who I can call to cry to and dwell in self pity to who won't judge me, worry about me, or think I'm going off the deep end.
First, I'll apologize. (Even though Rob just reminded me of what my mom has been telling me for years, that I need to stop apologizing for things that are out of my control.) Sorry Rob. Sorry Mom. Let me take the chance to beg forgiveness to those of you who have not heard from me about the gift you sent, who have received one of the aforementioned phone calls, to those of you who have not received one of the aforementioned phone calls, and, of course, to those of you who have had to see my boob without warning. And sorry to those of you who just had to read the word 'boob' without warning. Sorry that emails of photos have been so few and facebook photos have been so many. And sorry, Maya, for any and all shortcomings of being a new mom. I love you and I will learn as quickly as I can what each grunt, cry, stretch, squeak and lip smack means. And sorry for all of the things that I should be sorry for that I don't even realize I've done.
Next, let me give thanks and appreciation to Rob and my Mom for taking care of me (cooking, cleaning, dishes, laundry, backrubs, read-a-louds, encouragement, hugs, kisses) and for reminding me to take care of myself. Thank you Rob. Thank you Mom. Thank you, Dad, for the staycation on Newning Street and for staycationing with us. Thanks for getting me out of the house to La Condesa and Docs, Bouldin Creek, Elizabeth Street Cafe, etc. Thank you, Aunt Tracy, for singing to Mayita 'Lemme kissya' and dancing around the house with more energy than I could give her. Thank you, Aunt Kelly, for holding sweet Maya in the sling when my back was hurting and for the outfits that will fit her now and in a few months. Thank you, Sean, for all of the great meals you cooked this break... rubin sandwiches, stirfry, mojitos, asian chicken, tofu, amazing salad dressings. Thank you for giving me the tv room when I needed it. Thank you McKays for being the perfect in-laws who offer support, send gifts, call to check in, save hand-me-downs, visit just enough to make me feel loved and supported and not too much to make me feel pressured and for letting me know that you'll visit more if I like or I'm welcome whenever I need it. Thank you, friends, for not judging my decisions and for understanding that we all have our own way. New motherhood is tough and your unconditional support is so appreciated.
Thank you to all of you for the gifts and words of support and encouragement. Thank you notes will be done ASAP, an acronym that has new meaning these days, but means something just the same. Thank you for all of the things that we both know I should be thanking you for but I have just neglected to say it. Sorry for being neglectful.
Most of all, thank you Maya, mi Mayita, for your squeaks and your grunts, your cries and your smiles. Thank you for the lip smacks (that's an easy one!) and your stretches, your drunken sailor looks and your hours of listening to a tone-deaf mommy sing "You are My Sunshine" "Boom Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy" and "She'll be Comin' 'Round the Mountain" for hours on end. Gracias, mi Mayita por las horas de lectura del libros ?Eres mi Mama? y Buenas Noches, Luna. Estos son mis momentos favoritos contigo. Tantos libros mas nos esperan.
And here are some long-awaited photos and links to more.
Birth story to come as soon as I can draft a version that gives enough details to add suspense and humor while leaving out details that, of course, must be left out of such public blog spaces.
Below are a few photos uploaded in haste, not the best that exist, but a peek at this cutie. Here is a link to more and there will be more and more and more than you'll ever want. Sorry for the haste and thank you for your patience!
First, I'll apologize. (Even though Rob just reminded me of what my mom has been telling me for years, that I need to stop apologizing for things that are out of my control.) Sorry Rob. Sorry Mom. Let me take the chance to beg forgiveness to those of you who have not heard from me about the gift you sent, who have received one of the aforementioned phone calls, to those of you who have not received one of the aforementioned phone calls, and, of course, to those of you who have had to see my boob without warning. And sorry to those of you who just had to read the word 'boob' without warning. Sorry that emails of photos have been so few and facebook photos have been so many. And sorry, Maya, for any and all shortcomings of being a new mom. I love you and I will learn as quickly as I can what each grunt, cry, stretch, squeak and lip smack means. And sorry for all of the things that I should be sorry for that I don't even realize I've done.
Next, let me give thanks and appreciation to Rob and my Mom for taking care of me (cooking, cleaning, dishes, laundry, backrubs, read-a-louds, encouragement, hugs, kisses) and for reminding me to take care of myself. Thank you Rob. Thank you Mom. Thank you, Dad, for the staycation on Newning Street and for staycationing with us. Thanks for getting me out of the house to La Condesa and Docs, Bouldin Creek, Elizabeth Street Cafe, etc. Thank you, Aunt Tracy, for singing to Mayita 'Lemme kissya' and dancing around the house with more energy than I could give her. Thank you, Aunt Kelly, for holding sweet Maya in the sling when my back was hurting and for the outfits that will fit her now and in a few months. Thank you, Sean, for all of the great meals you cooked this break... rubin sandwiches, stirfry, mojitos, asian chicken, tofu, amazing salad dressings. Thank you for giving me the tv room when I needed it. Thank you McKays for being the perfect in-laws who offer support, send gifts, call to check in, save hand-me-downs, visit just enough to make me feel loved and supported and not too much to make me feel pressured and for letting me know that you'll visit more if I like or I'm welcome whenever I need it. Thank you, friends, for not judging my decisions and for understanding that we all have our own way. New motherhood is tough and your unconditional support is so appreciated.
Thank you to all of you for the gifts and words of support and encouragement. Thank you notes will be done ASAP, an acronym that has new meaning these days, but means something just the same. Thank you for all of the things that we both know I should be thanking you for but I have just neglected to say it. Sorry for being neglectful.
Most of all, thank you Maya, mi Mayita, for your squeaks and your grunts, your cries and your smiles. Thank you for the lip smacks (that's an easy one!) and your stretches, your drunken sailor looks and your hours of listening to a tone-deaf mommy sing "You are My Sunshine" "Boom Boom Ain't it Great to be Crazy" and "She'll be Comin' 'Round the Mountain" for hours on end. Gracias, mi Mayita por las horas de lectura del libros ?Eres mi Mama? y Buenas Noches, Luna. Estos son mis momentos favoritos contigo. Tantos libros mas nos esperan.
And here are some long-awaited photos and links to more.
Birth story to come as soon as I can draft a version that gives enough details to add suspense and humor while leaving out details that, of course, must be left out of such public blog spaces.
Below are a few photos uploaded in haste, not the best that exist, but a peek at this cutie. Here is a link to more and there will be more and more and more than you'll ever want. Sorry for the haste and thank you for your patience!
