Yet another very uncomfortable difference is the teeth. Yes, you read correctly, teeth…she has two now. Even with one, when she bit down it CERTAINLY GOT MY ATTENTION. After yelping like a wounded dog or a grown man kicked in the balls, pick your favorite visual image, I use my “I am not happy with you” voice even though I am not quite certain she gets it yet.

First immunizations, a trip to Stanley and much more post-baby too much information (TMI).

When we got to the reception at my parents house, I packed Belén into the Baby Bjorn and Andy went outside to start taking pictures. As I walked through the sliding glass doors to enter the party, Belén and I were absolutely swarmed, it was crazy! So many friends and relatives who I had not seen for awhile and who had not yet seen the baby were thrilled to have an opportunity to meet Belén. Some of them were bummed that I had her in the Baby Bjorn which precluded them from holding her, but honestly I think 100 people would have held her if she would have been fair game for holding at that point.

Last weekend we kind of reemerged from our home and quickly began looking for things outside of the home to do. At first it was difficult to find activities that we felt we could do with a nearly five week old child since her schedule is still unpredictable and she does not have perfect head control yet which prevents us from going on hikes and putting her in the jogger. We put on our thinking caps and positive attitudes to try and find things we could do with her.

They had taken my catheter out Wednesday morning but then I wasn’t able to go to the bathroom on my own so they had to empty my bladder with a one-time catheter and when I still couldn’t go, they ultimately had to put the catheter back in for another 24 hours. These procedures alone made me glad that we didn’t have a full visitor calendar since I never knew when the nurses were going to need to come in and perform them. With a bladder full of over 1.2 liters of fluid (twice), they never seemed to come soon enough. Finally by Thursday, when they took the third catheter out, I was able to pee on my own. It really felt like a joyous occasion and I think I over-shared with the visitors we had. I felt like a little kid, “hey guess what, I can pee on my own now.”

After thirty-one years of pretty much nothing special happening with my breasts (no offense to those few lucky men they entertained), they suddenly can produce a liquid that our baby will need. You may be thinking, “duh, breastfeeding” but I will tell you what, when it happens to you, it is a whole other ball-game.