God's creation of the dairy queen

The past three weeks I have experienced some pretty amazing things that God gave the womans body. The one thing that absolutely blows my mind is breast feeding. Your body goes through nine months of continual change and then out pops a baby and all of a sudden your breast are producing food, pretty amazing.

This past week my precious Londyn has decided that she needs to eat all the time. I am beginning to feel like a diary queen. At times I wish she could wait just five more minutes so I could finish getting ready for the day, scarf down dinner,straighten the house before company comes, etc. But there is no waiting for her:). I have learned to cherish many things while nursing her.
* the little noises that she makes while eating
* the gulps and rolling of the eyes, like she is really enjoying the good stuff
* she likes to hold my finger or shirt (which ever she can find first)
* the one on one time
* knowing that I am doing something good for her
* watching every little facial expression

I am also learning that most of what I like to eat, Londyn's digestion doesn't like.

Breastfeeding might be tiring and demanding at times. However, it is also very rewarding. Londyn has officially eaten, burped, spit up, had her diaper and clothes changed, and now is enjoying a relaxing Nazarene nap in her swing. I am finishing pumping to work up our supply for the sitters in a month. Now it is time to straighten up the house and get a quick snooze in before she is ready to eat.

Being the Diary Queen is one of the greatest creations ever.

It's the little things in life

I have found a new meaning to life in the past week. Last Friday started a new chapter in life. Londyn Rae was born at 8:15am on 4.2.10. She weighed 7lbs 4oz and measured 20 inches. Last week I was preparing for her birth while catching up on Facebook. Today I am doing laundry, feeding, changing diapers, rocking, and trying to catch a little ZzZzZz during the day. Funny how nothing matters now except to make her happy and enjoy every little expression that she makes.
Motherhood is interesting. I seriously thought I was ready for it. Now I don't know how you are ever ready for it, nor can you prepare for it. I am beyond exhausted at this point, living on adrenaline alone. Emotions are a whirlwind at this time. Poor Keith can look at me and I bawl my eyes out. Why do I cry? Not really sure. Maybe it is the fact that I am responsible for this little being, or that I am going to have to go back to work at some point, or that I feel so blessed that God has entrusted me with one of his children. Whatever the case might be I only know I do a lot of crying to only laugh deep within.
Last night it took 5 hours for her to finally close her eyes long enough to fall asleep. The pacifier, which we were determined not to use, was opened and used. Needless to say, I think it is a life saver at this time:)
It is time to get some rest before she wakes up and is ready to feed again.
One last thing....I am so blessed to have a husband that cares and helps take care of us, a daughter who has given a new meaning of life to me, and a God who has granted me patience and love.
.......I am blessed!