It's been so long...Megs is 11 weeks...

Megan has been napping for almost three hours--is it the rapture???  Finally--a chunk of time to get something productive done...like blogging :-)

Megan has changed so much in the last 11 weeks. She now is flashing us a smile regularly. I never knew a toothless, gum-filled smile could be so endearing. She's grabbing onto all sorts of things now--blankets, fingers, hair, and toy rings. Her neck muscles are strong too. When I put her on my shoulder to burp, she will just perch there...looking out the window or watching the cat. I miss the early days of her resting her head on my shoulder and falling asleep. I hope those days haven't past...

Travis has been working on her ability to stand. He's convinced she can almost do it by herself. That's cute and I don't have the heart to tell him that she's not developmentally ready for that yet :-)  Travis also has her sitting with him when he plays the piano. I'm convinced she's going to have an ear for music--she's got some pretty strong music genes running through those veins.

Breastfeeding has improved drastically! The first eight weeks were torture...literally torture. I was in so much pain and so exhausted. Imagine having cracked, bleeding, bruised, sensitive and leaking nipples. TMI??? Perhaps...but it was my truth for eight long weeks, six feedings a day...you do the math. I've never been more proud of myself than I am for sticking with it. I could have stopped so easily--it hurt, it wasn't easy, it was frustrating, but something inside of me pushed me through, and I'm so glad. Nursing is so enjoyable now. I can watch tv, drink some water, play on my iPhone, have a conversation, or just gaze down at Megs. I don't lknow how long I'll nurse for, but for right now, I'm looking towards the six month marker, but we'll see.  I'm just going to trust my gut. It's done pretty well for us thus far.

Gratitude

I am grateful for the bundle of joy that sleeps so sweetly.
I am grateful for the perseverance and prayers that got me through the woes of breastfeeding.
I am grateful for the walks outside with Meg-a-loo.
I am grateful for the flexibility of my friends.
I am grateful for the love and commitment of my husband.
I am grateful for the opportunity to be a mom.
I am grateful for the patience that I am learning to possess.
I am grateful.