Nov. 8th, 2007

eniarelocin: (Broken Wings)
Ewan and I saw Darlene today.

Ewan's weight: 7lbs 8oz.

I weighed in at 8lbs over my pre-pregnancy weight. Darlene says I need more calories. :(

Tomorrow is a long shift at work... not looking forward to that... and I'm pretty sure I don't have enough milk left at home for Ewan.

Looking forward to being gone this weekend. Me and the ocean have been apart for too long.
eniarelocin: (Belly Foot)
Today I've added a total of three short sentences somewhere near the middle and the rest of this was written at least two weeks ago.

Disclaimer: This is rather disjointed. This has been written in multiple sessions more than a week on after the actual event. I’ve been rather busy and had my hands full, you see. This is probably the longest I’ve yet gone in that time without actually holding Ewan, or someone else holding him. But anyway… here you go. TMI is likely.

After a week and a day of motherhood, I think I'm forgetting how to sleep.

This week has been nothing short of surreal. Right now I'm finally getting to type with both hands and with a sleeping baby on my chest. A baby. Our baby. How is that possible? Even though I was pregnant for the entirety of the year up until last week, it still seems as though even that may not have happened. I keep looking down at this little person and wondering how on earth he could 1) be real and 2) be mine.

Labor and Birth )

Well that isn't what I was hoping for in terms of detail, flow or any amount of literary achievement but there you go. It only took me a month to actually post.

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