I thought I'd check in re: being. "Be" is my word for the year. So every time I feel overwhelmed or upset or out of control, I try to remember my word and just be.
So far it's a moderately successful enterprise. Probably you're not supposed to talk about "being" in terms of success or lack thereof, but that's where I am. Some of the time "being" results in making me calmer, happier and more thankful, and other times it involves staring at the coffee table while I nurse Amelia because I can't reach a book, a magazine or the remote control. Still other times, though, this doing nothing turns out to be a wonderful thing, because Amelia, who has yet to know how to do anything but just be, stops eating to look up at me and smile. She will even stop eating to chat sometimes. She has a lot to say in the form of gurgles, vowel sounds and, just since yesterday, a kind of raspberry-buzzing noise.
I have a hard time "being" in the mornings. Before I was pregnant, I would wake up, get some coffee, and spend 20 minutes or so writing in my journal. I didn't write anything special there, not poems or anything, scrawls and lists and these swirly things I like to draw, truly just pretty much crap. Honestly, I tried to find a better word than crap, but that's what it was (from my dictionary: Crap: noun; something that is of extremely poor quality; nonsense, rubbish, junk). Still, it usually resulted in some kind of plan for the day. After I wrote I would sometimes read poems, or at least my poem of the day calendar.
Then I got pregnant, and as I recorded ad nasuem, haha, my mornings were spent throwing up in the sink. No more sipping coffee, it made me queasy. Now I can have coffee, but it's not really a sipping situation, more like gulping. I have become a second cup person, even. And I have yet to find the 20 minutes to sit and write in the journal. I have managed to write while I'm pumping from time to time, but it's not quite the same thing.
Little did I realize how important these quiet mornings were to my sense of sanity and my creative process. I think they helped me realize what was on my mind and decide what needed to get done that day. Now, more often than not, I get out of bed because Amelia won't sleep any longer. I have coffee while I pump, and then the day just gallops along, diapers and feedings and breakfast and such. I do have time alone once Amelia takes her morning nap, but things feel a little out of control by then. Not knowing how long A is going to sleep makes it difficult to know how much I can do while she naps, so I try to prioritize. Sitting and writing crap in a journal is never at the top of the list.
So, it's hard to "be" in the mornings. I think that this week I will focus on trying to, though. I'm not sure if this will involve trying to find a few moments to write and sip, or throwing myself more fully into whatever the morning brings--maybe both?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Mother Heart
Because my blood pressure had still not gone back to normal by my 6-week postpartum checkup, my OB got tired of me and referred me to a cardiologist. Specifically, his own cardiologist. So I got to experience the joy of yet another journey to Silver Spring for yet another doctor appointment.
Every time I go to downtown Silver Spring, something bizarre or disturbing happens. The first time Dean and I ever went, a homeless man with a bicycle yelled threats at us, causing me to forever associate the area with crazy people. It's ironic, because you probably have much more of a chance of running into that kind of situation in downtown DC. However, while I feel perfectly safe in downtown DC, Silver Spring gives me the creeps. This time, as I made my way from the Metro to the doctor's office, I thought I was going to get there with no incidents. Then I started to hear something... strange. It sounded kind of like a large, wild animal in distress. As I crossed the last street between myself and the office, I saw the noise's source. A man, several overstuffed bags in tow, was standing outside of an apartment building, yelling up, I assume, at one of the windows. "Maaaaa-aaaa-ce,"he was saying. "Oooooo-veeeeeerco-oooooooo-ome." Meanwhile, people were just kind of edging past him.
Before that, I think I had been doing a good job of keeping my blood pressure down. Luckily, I did not have to go to that side of the street.
So, I found my building and went inside, complying with the sign on the door to "please turn off all cell phones" before I entered the office. I signed in, sat down, and promptly noticed that I was surrounded by about 17 elderly people, complete with accessories: wheelchairs, walkers, those little oxygen tanks that roll along beside you. The end tables in the waiting room were covered with magazines like AARP Today and Living Well With Diabetes. Do you remember the Sesame Street song "Which of These Things Is Not Like the Other"? I started to feel like the thing that didn't belong. The 31-year-old breastfeeding mother with her i-pod and her David Sedaris paperback.
In other words, it suddenly occured to me that I'm too young to be seeing a cardiologist.
But see the cardiologist I did. First, though, a nurse took my blood pressure.
"Hmm," she said. "Oh. It's kind of high."
What a surprise. My blood pressure is pretty low when I check it at home, but every single time a medical professional comes close to me with one of those cuffs, it shoots right up.
Next, I got an EKG. A nurse took me into an examination room and gave me a thin, blue paper vest to wear. Then she taped about a dozen little metal stickies all over me. Some were, as you would expect, near my heart. If you recall your anatomy classes, something else that is sort of near the heart is... the breast area. Switching over to math class, here is a word problem for you: A breastfeeding mother of a 10-week old travels to Silver Spring to see a cardiologist. The trip takes 30 minutes and she sits in the waiting room for 25. If she has 13 metal sticky things placed near her heart, how long will it take for her milk to let down and start spraying the nurse, the EKG equipment, and the framed "Dr. David Kramer, Partner in Service" certificate across the room?
Answer: Not that long.
"Um," I said to the nurse, "I'm breastfeeding. Do you have a... Kleenex or something?"
Luckily, the nurse was a mother and had a good sense of humor. She handed me a large stack of little gauze pads told me a story from her own breastfeeding days. (She and her sister had children 3 months apart. She breastfed and her sister didn't, but when she took care of her little nephew, she'd just "feed 'em both at the same time--I can't be mixin' up all those bottles!") Then she left, calling after her the perennial lie of the examination room: "The doctor will be right with you..."
In the meantime, When You Are Engulfed in Flames is splattered with tiny droplets of breast milk. From the right angle, they look like ashes. Far worse than that, though, is the state of the thin blue paper vest. Its light blue is stained a dark navy from all the milk. It is wet and cold and torn in one place from where I tried to wipe it off. I fold the gauze pads into fourths and press them against my nipples, and wait.
Finally, the doctor comes into the room. "Hi," he says, "I'm Dr. Kramer." He extends one hand.
I transfer the set of gauze pads in my right hand to my left. I realize my palm is very damp, so I wipe it on my jeans before extending it. Judging by the look on Dr. Kramer's face, though, it's still damp.
"Hi." I say. "I'm Breastfeeding."
It's starting to feel like a proper noun.
Dr. Kramer wipes his own right hand on his coat. He looks at me, suddenly taking in the gauze pads and the soaked paper vest. "Yes," he says. "Nice to meet you. Why don't you get dressed and we'll talk in my office?"
So, I got dressed, carefully padding my nursing bra with more gauze pads for good measure. I went to Dr. Kramer's office, where he explained exactly nothing to me about my condition. Apparently this kind of postpartum preeclampsia is a real mystery to the medical professionals. "I think you pressures will go down in 3 or 4 months, though," he said. "In the meantime, try to eat less salt."
None of this was particularly encouraging. I don't feel like I eat that much salt in the first place. And it seems to me that what made my blood pressure go up was a little something called giving birth. How much to the normal recommendations for someone with high blood pressure really apply?
For the record, both the EKG and the echocardiogram I got later showed that my heart is fine. I am still taking the one blood pressure medicine that seems to be okay for breastfeeding mothers--or more accurately, breastfeeding babies. I'm frustrated with the whole situation, but there's not much I can do except wait it out.
In the meantime, I am eating less salt.
Every time I go to downtown Silver Spring, something bizarre or disturbing happens. The first time Dean and I ever went, a homeless man with a bicycle yelled threats at us, causing me to forever associate the area with crazy people. It's ironic, because you probably have much more of a chance of running into that kind of situation in downtown DC. However, while I feel perfectly safe in downtown DC, Silver Spring gives me the creeps. This time, as I made my way from the Metro to the doctor's office, I thought I was going to get there with no incidents. Then I started to hear something... strange. It sounded kind of like a large, wild animal in distress. As I crossed the last street between myself and the office, I saw the noise's source. A man, several overstuffed bags in tow, was standing outside of an apartment building, yelling up, I assume, at one of the windows. "Maaaaa-aaaa-ce,"he was saying. "Oooooo-veeeeeerco-oooooooo-ome." Meanwhile, people were just kind of edging past him.
Before that, I think I had been doing a good job of keeping my blood pressure down. Luckily, I did not have to go to that side of the street.
So, I found my building and went inside, complying with the sign on the door to "please turn off all cell phones" before I entered the office. I signed in, sat down, and promptly noticed that I was surrounded by about 17 elderly people, complete with accessories: wheelchairs, walkers, those little oxygen tanks that roll along beside you. The end tables in the waiting room were covered with magazines like AARP Today and Living Well With Diabetes. Do you remember the Sesame Street song "Which of These Things Is Not Like the Other"? I started to feel like the thing that didn't belong. The 31-year-old breastfeeding mother with her i-pod and her David Sedaris paperback.
In other words, it suddenly occured to me that I'm too young to be seeing a cardiologist.
But see the cardiologist I did. First, though, a nurse took my blood pressure.
"Hmm," she said. "Oh. It's kind of high."
What a surprise. My blood pressure is pretty low when I check it at home, but every single time a medical professional comes close to me with one of those cuffs, it shoots right up.
Next, I got an EKG. A nurse took me into an examination room and gave me a thin, blue paper vest to wear. Then she taped about a dozen little metal stickies all over me. Some were, as you would expect, near my heart. If you recall your anatomy classes, something else that is sort of near the heart is... the breast area. Switching over to math class, here is a word problem for you: A breastfeeding mother of a 10-week old travels to Silver Spring to see a cardiologist. The trip takes 30 minutes and she sits in the waiting room for 25. If she has 13 metal sticky things placed near her heart, how long will it take for her milk to let down and start spraying the nurse, the EKG equipment, and the framed "Dr. David Kramer, Partner in Service" certificate across the room?
Answer: Not that long.
"Um," I said to the nurse, "I'm breastfeeding. Do you have a... Kleenex or something?"
Luckily, the nurse was a mother and had a good sense of humor. She handed me a large stack of little gauze pads told me a story from her own breastfeeding days. (She and her sister had children 3 months apart. She breastfed and her sister didn't, but when she took care of her little nephew, she'd just "feed 'em both at the same time--I can't be mixin' up all those bottles!") Then she left, calling after her the perennial lie of the examination room: "The doctor will be right with you..."
In the meantime, When You Are Engulfed in Flames is splattered with tiny droplets of breast milk. From the right angle, they look like ashes. Far worse than that, though, is the state of the thin blue paper vest. Its light blue is stained a dark navy from all the milk. It is wet and cold and torn in one place from where I tried to wipe it off. I fold the gauze pads into fourths and press them against my nipples, and wait.
Finally, the doctor comes into the room. "Hi," he says, "I'm Dr. Kramer." He extends one hand.
I transfer the set of gauze pads in my right hand to my left. I realize my palm is very damp, so I wipe it on my jeans before extending it. Judging by the look on Dr. Kramer's face, though, it's still damp.
"Hi." I say. "I'm Breastfeeding."
It's starting to feel like a proper noun.
Dr. Kramer wipes his own right hand on his coat. He looks at me, suddenly taking in the gauze pads and the soaked paper vest. "Yes," he says. "Nice to meet you. Why don't you get dressed and we'll talk in my office?"
So, I got dressed, carefully padding my nursing bra with more gauze pads for good measure. I went to Dr. Kramer's office, where he explained exactly nothing to me about my condition. Apparently this kind of postpartum preeclampsia is a real mystery to the medical professionals. "I think you pressures will go down in 3 or 4 months, though," he said. "In the meantime, try to eat less salt."
None of this was particularly encouraging. I don't feel like I eat that much salt in the first place. And it seems to me that what made my blood pressure go up was a little something called giving birth. How much to the normal recommendations for someone with high blood pressure really apply?
For the record, both the EKG and the echocardiogram I got later showed that my heart is fine. I am still taking the one blood pressure medicine that seems to be okay for breastfeeding mothers--or more accurately, breastfeeding babies. I'm frustrated with the whole situation, but there's not much I can do except wait it out.
In the meantime, I am eating less salt.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Swings
A question for all you parents out there:
Did your babies like their swings? If so, when did they start liking them?
I am trying to decide if we should hang on to ours awhile longer. The swing is not one of Amelia's favorite toys. It mostly seems to make her angry.
Did your babies like their swings? If so, when did they start liking them?
I am trying to decide if we should hang on to ours awhile longer. The swing is not one of Amelia's favorite toys. It mostly seems to make her angry.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Be
A hundred years ago, when I started this blog, I was reading Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat Pray Love and was taken with the idea of her giving a word to each city. This year, both MPJ and JW have chosen words for the new year. I think this started several years ago. I can't remember if it is from the book. One of my yoga teachers also does it. I see it as a take on the New Year's Resolution, perhaps one a bit more open-ended that declaring that one will exercise three times a week or lose 15 pounds or what have you. This year, I want to play too, and I have chosen my word.
My word is be.
Whatever I am doing, I want to do it totally, without looking forward with anxiety or back with regret.
I am being now, sipping a glass of yesterday's pinot noir while Amelia naps, and writing. I was being earlier this afternoon, when I found my distressed, still-sleepy baby wide-eyed in her co-sleeper, and I lay down with her and nursed her back to sleep. She wrapped her fingers around the edge of my teeshirt. I was being this morning, when I put on some beautiful music and began to write the moment A went down for her morning nap. And I was being 45 minutes later, when the nap ended, and I picked up my smiling, cooing baby and brought her downstairs to dance and sing.
This year, my first full year of motherhood, I sense the danger of the never-enough, of the constant feeling that there is more I should be doing, that there is too much I am not getting done. I want to try to live in the moment, enjoying all of the love and the blessings I am so lucky to be surrounded with.
My word is be.
Whatever I am doing, I want to do it totally, without looking forward with anxiety or back with regret.
I am being now, sipping a glass of yesterday's pinot noir while Amelia naps, and writing. I was being earlier this afternoon, when I found my distressed, still-sleepy baby wide-eyed in her co-sleeper, and I lay down with her and nursed her back to sleep. She wrapped her fingers around the edge of my teeshirt. I was being this morning, when I put on some beautiful music and began to write the moment A went down for her morning nap. And I was being 45 minutes later, when the nap ended, and I picked up my smiling, cooing baby and brought her downstairs to dance and sing.
This year, my first full year of motherhood, I sense the danger of the never-enough, of the constant feeling that there is more I should be doing, that there is too much I am not getting done. I want to try to live in the moment, enjoying all of the love and the blessings I am so lucky to be surrounded with.
Year of the Monkey
I am aware that it is neither Chinese New Year nor the year of the monkey. But with an outfit like this, who can resist?
Top Ten Baby Items, Months 1-3
Yes, folks, Amelia is 13 weeks old today and will be exactly 3 months old tomorrow! We didn't think we'd make it, but we did. I realized, though, while talking with some visiting friends who are expecting a baby in May, that my memory of her first 3 months is pretty much a blur. So, soon, Amelia will make her debut as a writer by beginning her own journal, an idea she got from Oliver of AD. Today, though, I wanted to write about our top 10 baby items for the first 3 months, both for memory's sake, and because I hope that some of the many new parents-to-be that I suddenly know can use the list.
These were a bit difficult to rank, as I would not want to live without any of them, and I ignored clothes and humdrum items like diapers, that bulb that sucks snot of the baby's nose, and pacifiers (Amelia likes Soothies, but only the green ones). Anyway, here you go:
Number Ten:
The Gentle Giraffe: Friend of the Sleep Sheep, the GG for short, this little white noise animal helps both during naps and at night. Its only flaw is that it's on a 45 minute timer, so you have to turn it back on during the night. Another option might be to just get a regular white noise machine. But the GG was a gift--and sadly, although I remember writing the thank you note, I can't remember who gave it to us. Thank you, whoever you are!!! We love it.
Number Nine:
The Pack and Play with Bassinet Feature: This is our downstairs area for A. She slept a lot here when she was a newborn, and now she will--sometimes--play there, watching her mobile and looking in the mirror. It really is easy to "pack," too. Just remember that the outside bars have to be set up or taken down before you push in or pull up the bottom.
Number Eight:
The Mini Co-Sleeper: Meg and Sophie loaned us this co-sleeper. I remember talking to Meg before A was born, telling her didn't think we needed it because we were just going to carry the Pack and Play up and down the stairs every morning and night. Ha! Meg was kind not to tell me how ridiculous that idea was. Anyway, the co-sleeper is great. You can lean over and touch the baby--perhaps making sure she is breathing, for example, or rubbing her belly to put her back to sleep. (What a little puppy.) Once I got over the feeling that Amelia would be too lonely in it, it let both of sleep more soundly.
Number Seven:
A Black and White Mobile: As I write, A is cooing at this mobile. She loves black and white books, too, but the mobile has the benefit of creating a type of independent play. If you get the one that I've linked to, you can make it truly "mobile" by adding a rubber band between the plastic links.
Number Six:
A Play Mat: Amelia has this rainforest one, but it probably wouldn't matter what type, as long as it had lights and music. Mainly lights. Amelia started liking this around 6 weeks or so. She will sometimes watch it while we eat dinner, and it is the sole reason I can take a shower while I am home alone with her.
Number Five:
A Baby Carrier: We have the Ergo and the Moby. They are both great but for different reasons. The Moby is softer and better for your more intense "babywearing" sessions, such as napping or sitting at the computer. The Ergo is better for long distance walking, since the Moby tends to loosen up over time. We are currently in a transitional period with the Ergo: Amelia is too big for the newborn insert but too small for the hold. But I think soon we will be back to using the Ergo a lot more.
Number Four:
A Breastfeeding Pillow: Both the Boppy and My Breast Friend (I know, such sophisticated product names) were passed on to me by friends or neighbors, and both were good. The Breast Friend was a little firmer, but we seemed to use the Boppy more, maybe because there wasn't room in the living room for two breastfeeding pillows and the Boppy won. A has recently outgrown both of them, but the shape of these pillows made them ideal not only for breastfeeding but also for holding a baby that hated to be put down. I would, in fact, highly recommend taking a breastfeeding pillow to the hospital, in case you get stuck there while you are learning to breastfeed like I did.
Number Three:
A Baby Bathtub: I remember bathing my sister Heather in the sink, but Amelia loves this bathtub. She lost her umbilical cord stump very early, so we were able to give her a bath the same week we brought her home. Even when she was very new, the bath seemed to calm her (although getting in and out of the bath was another story). Now taking a bath is a part of her bedtime routine, and we think bathtime is her favorite part of day. She sits in the bath with a very serious look on her face and splashes wildly, kicking her legs and waving her arms. Last night she was even laughing at Dean as he washed her hair.
Number Two:
A Breast Pump: When I got my breast pump, I cried during the walk home. For some reason, it was the baby item that most symbolized to me the drastic changes I was facing. Like many baby-related items and situations, it is the ultimate paradox, both a chain and a key to freedom. Regardless, if you are breastfeeding, you need a good pump. Then, occasionally, someone else can feed the baby. (If you are more flexible than me, you could also just occasionally use formula. But that's a whole other post.)
I have the Medela Pump In Style (and it is oh so stylish). I got it used for $40. Liz recommended her Medela Free Style, too, but I couldn't find it used. I think if I was planning on having a lot of babies it would be a great investment, because you can pump and walk around and do things. As we know, though, Amelia is going to be an only child. :)
And the Number One baby item is...
A Swaddling Blanket! Although it gets rave reviews, we never had any luck with the Miracle Blanket, but that may just be because Dean was so good at swaddling that we didn't try much. We just used the blanket we took from the hospital (they said we had to leave it, but after 5 days we were attached) and later this baby blanket that is just like the "Bucky" I had as a child. Swaddling was and is the key to Amelia's long nights of delicious, wonderful sleep. Okay--also to MY nights of delicious, wonderful sleep.
So--I am aware how many of my top 10 items have to do with sleep. In fact, each one has to do with sleep, breastfeeding, or getting the baby to entertain herself. Hmm. In any case, thanks to all of the parents who came before me with recommendations of their own. I am looking forward to the next three months, when we'll get to use our stroller more, and try out more toys, the Bumbo, and maybe even a highchair!
These were a bit difficult to rank, as I would not want to live without any of them, and I ignored clothes and humdrum items like diapers, that bulb that sucks snot of the baby's nose, and pacifiers (Amelia likes Soothies, but only the green ones). Anyway, here you go:
Number Ten:
The Gentle Giraffe: Friend of the Sleep Sheep, the GG for short, this little white noise animal helps both during naps and at night. Its only flaw is that it's on a 45 minute timer, so you have to turn it back on during the night. Another option might be to just get a regular white noise machine. But the GG was a gift--and sadly, although I remember writing the thank you note, I can't remember who gave it to us. Thank you, whoever you are!!! We love it.
Number Nine:
The Pack and Play with Bassinet Feature: This is our downstairs area for A. She slept a lot here when she was a newborn, and now she will--sometimes--play there, watching her mobile and looking in the mirror. It really is easy to "pack," too. Just remember that the outside bars have to be set up or taken down before you push in or pull up the bottom.
Number Eight:
The Mini Co-Sleeper: Meg and Sophie loaned us this co-sleeper. I remember talking to Meg before A was born, telling her didn't think we needed it because we were just going to carry the Pack and Play up and down the stairs every morning and night. Ha! Meg was kind not to tell me how ridiculous that idea was. Anyway, the co-sleeper is great. You can lean over and touch the baby--perhaps making sure she is breathing, for example, or rubbing her belly to put her back to sleep. (What a little puppy.) Once I got over the feeling that Amelia would be too lonely in it, it let both of sleep more soundly.
Number Seven:
A Black and White Mobile: As I write, A is cooing at this mobile. She loves black and white books, too, but the mobile has the benefit of creating a type of independent play. If you get the one that I've linked to, you can make it truly "mobile" by adding a rubber band between the plastic links.
Number Six:
A Play Mat: Amelia has this rainforest one, but it probably wouldn't matter what type, as long as it had lights and music. Mainly lights. Amelia started liking this around 6 weeks or so. She will sometimes watch it while we eat dinner, and it is the sole reason I can take a shower while I am home alone with her.
Number Five:
A Baby Carrier: We have the Ergo and the Moby. They are both great but for different reasons. The Moby is softer and better for your more intense "babywearing" sessions, such as napping or sitting at the computer. The Ergo is better for long distance walking, since the Moby tends to loosen up over time. We are currently in a transitional period with the Ergo: Amelia is too big for the newborn insert but too small for the hold. But I think soon we will be back to using the Ergo a lot more.
Number Four:
A Breastfeeding Pillow: Both the Boppy and My Breast Friend (I know, such sophisticated product names) were passed on to me by friends or neighbors, and both were good. The Breast Friend was a little firmer, but we seemed to use the Boppy more, maybe because there wasn't room in the living room for two breastfeeding pillows and the Boppy won. A has recently outgrown both of them, but the shape of these pillows made them ideal not only for breastfeeding but also for holding a baby that hated to be put down. I would, in fact, highly recommend taking a breastfeeding pillow to the hospital, in case you get stuck there while you are learning to breastfeed like I did.
Number Three:
A Baby Bathtub: I remember bathing my sister Heather in the sink, but Amelia loves this bathtub. She lost her umbilical cord stump very early, so we were able to give her a bath the same week we brought her home. Even when she was very new, the bath seemed to calm her (although getting in and out of the bath was another story). Now taking a bath is a part of her bedtime routine, and we think bathtime is her favorite part of day. She sits in the bath with a very serious look on her face and splashes wildly, kicking her legs and waving her arms. Last night she was even laughing at Dean as he washed her hair.
Number Two:
A Breast Pump: When I got my breast pump, I cried during the walk home. For some reason, it was the baby item that most symbolized to me the drastic changes I was facing. Like many baby-related items and situations, it is the ultimate paradox, both a chain and a key to freedom. Regardless, if you are breastfeeding, you need a good pump. Then, occasionally, someone else can feed the baby. (If you are more flexible than me, you could also just occasionally use formula. But that's a whole other post.)
I have the Medela Pump In Style (and it is oh so stylish). I got it used for $40. Liz recommended her Medela Free Style, too, but I couldn't find it used. I think if I was planning on having a lot of babies it would be a great investment, because you can pump and walk around and do things. As we know, though, Amelia is going to be an only child. :)
And the Number One baby item is...
A Swaddling Blanket! Although it gets rave reviews, we never had any luck with the Miracle Blanket, but that may just be because Dean was so good at swaddling that we didn't try much. We just used the blanket we took from the hospital (they said we had to leave it, but after 5 days we were attached) and later this baby blanket that is just like the "Bucky" I had as a child. Swaddling was and is the key to Amelia's long nights of delicious, wonderful sleep. Okay--also to MY nights of delicious, wonderful sleep.
So--I am aware how many of my top 10 items have to do with sleep. In fact, each one has to do with sleep, breastfeeding, or getting the baby to entertain herself. Hmm. In any case, thanks to all of the parents who came before me with recommendations of their own. I am looking forward to the next three months, when we'll get to use our stroller more, and try out more toys, the Bumbo, and maybe even a highchair!
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