So my voice has been noticeably absent from this blog since Sage was born. Several reasons for that.

One – new mommy brain. Sometimes called the breastfeeding stupids. I’ll have a really interesting thought or witty notion that I think will make for good blog fodder, but in the time between having the thought and getting to the computer my mind is a total blank. There’s moments when I’m lucky I remember my own name. Back in early July I was making an appointment for Sage and the person on the phone asked me Sage’s birthday. I had no clue. Total blank. I had to open my calendar to see what her birth date was. You’d think I’d remember that kind of thing!

My favorite moment of forgetfulness was when I put two eggs in a pan to fry up as an afternoon snack. I then went up stairs to my office and promptly forgot about them. Suddenly I heard this noise… it sounded just like that scene from Ghostbusters when the eggs started bursting out of the carton and frying on the counter top in Sigourney Weaver’s kitchen. Suddenly I remembered the eggs. I dashed downstairs, relieved to find them still perfectly edible. I stayed with them until they were done cooking. Then I brought them upstairs to eat. A short while later I took my dirty plate downstairs and found I’d left the refrigerator door wide open. My only thought then was “Huh. I really am that ditzy. I don’t even remember opening the fridge, but somehow I’ve managed to leave it open for half an hour.”

Two – new mommy schedule. Or lack thereof really. I’ve been told that around month three (if we’re lucky) that Sage will begin to develop a schedule of sleeping and awake times. I’m pretty sure that will be a time to celebrate – probably more so than Christmas. I’m in a constant state of eat, sleep, work, feed baby, change baby, play with baby (and not necessarily in that order). And I never know when any of those things might actually get to happen. Blog writing doesn’t seem to easily fit in that schedule, though I wish it did as I’m wishing I would write down more of the precious & hilarious moments we’ve had in the last 14 weeks (has it only been 14 weeks?). At least Randy is doing a good job of preserving these early moments.

Three – new mommy melt-downs. Not easy to admit, but I’ve definitely had my fair share. And very easy to admit is that without Randy I wouldn’t have survived this far with what sanity I still have. I know I’m not operating on full sanity anymore, but with his help most of the time I’m at a pretty okay level.

Once we got out of the hospital my melt downs have mostly been over feeding issues. I could now spend five paragraphs talking about my dislike for the hospital satan worshiper pediatrician that was assigned to Sage and how scaring us into introducing bottles when Sage was less that a week old has set us up for a difficult time in breastfeeding… but then I have to remember that Randy being able to bottle feed at 2am for me has also been a blessing. To further complicate breastfeeding we’ve been battling thrush for now nine weeks – more than half of Sage’s life. I don’t wish this on anyone. It’s painful and annoying and just icky. Along with that Sage was recently diagnosed with a slight case of tongue tie, so we had to go to an ENT (ear-nose-throat) for a frenotomy – she had to have the frenulum under her tongue snipped. So between the bottles, the thrush, and her frenulum, breastfeeding has been a challenge. But in the last week or two things have started getting a lot better – I’m hoping that continues.

Four – over-sharing. Randy says I over-share a bit…well, he says specifically I can be a bit too detailed, probably more so than most folks want. Now I initially wrote down some examples, but after walking away and coming back I too realized that it was a bit of an over share.

All that said, I’m hoping to get a bit better about jotting stuff down and contributing to the blog.

To prove just how ridiculous it is for me to try and get something posted to the blog, I wrote this two and a half weeks ago, when Sage was 12 weeks old (she’s now 14.5 weeks old”).

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