A Birthday, Birth Day, and Nursiversary

Dear Rohan,

A year ago today, I breathed you into the water and into my arms. Your high risk pregnancy made it hard for me to feel close to you in the womb. As you grew bigger and stronger, I found it hard not to melt a little as you rolled, kicked, and hiccuped. You were my constant companion, responding to my voice, pokes, and rubs. By the end of your residency in my belly, I loved you so fiercely and knew I would always fight this hard for you.

Your arrival was quick. The contractions came one on top of the other and I felt like I was riding a freight train. All I could do was hang on and surrender to my body, to you making your grand entrance. Three contractions in the tub and you were here. I will never forget the moment I met you, I said, "hello baby" and you just stared up at me without making a sound. You were connecting with my voice just as I was connecting to your 10 perfect fingers and toes. I was so excited to finally hold you that I announced you were a boy, even though Daddy was supposed to do that!

Photo by Valerie Cannon Photography

Breastfeeding you has been such a joy. The first several weeks threw all kinds of hurdles in our way, but we overcame them together. Whether it was my difficult postpartum recovery or your lip and tongue ties, we worked through them together. Without the support of your daddy, my IBCLC friends, and dear mama friends, we wouldn't have made it through. You loved my milk so much that you didn't eat or drink anything else until you were 9 months old!

Photo by Valerie Cannon Photography

Even at 12 months, you'd rather have mama's milk than solid food, and I'm still your favorite person on Earth. My voice, smell, and warmth give you more comfort and peace than anything else I can think of. I adore you in so many ways. You have been the sole bright spot through the months of depression and anxiety. I need you just as much as you need me, my darling.

Know that I love you regardless of who you marry, what you do with your life, and where you end up. I am your mother, and I will be your biggest advocate until my last breath. I cannot wait to see who you become.

All my love always,

My Mom Uniform: Boho Inspired

I think this week's Mad Men series finale has been lingering in my mind for the past few days. I'm sad that my Sunday nights will no longer involve Don, Peggy, Joan, or Sally. While I'm mostly happy with the way it ended, I've been influenced by the flowing blouses in this episode.

This boho-inspired outfit gives a breastfeeding mom a choice in how to nurse. She can unbutton the blouse and unhook her bra to breastfeed, or she can lift the blouse but still keep her back and stomach covered by layering. I kept the same earrings, bag, and sandals from last week's post because I liked them so much.

Breastfeeding Boho Babe

My Mom Uniform: the Weekend Outfit (Summer Edition)

Growing up in the northeast, it was easy to wear jeans all year long. It got hot in the summer, but typically only for a few days. Now that I'm in Texas, things have to change. It's getting warmer here in Austin. My days of wearing jeans are rapidly drawing to a close, unless I want heat stroke. I normally wear a pair of shorts for the functionality - with kids, you need pockets! I came across this cute nursing dress and thought it was easy enough to wear while running errands with the boys.

Click the small images at the end of the post for shopping links.

On the Go Mama

A Love Letter to Cold Medicine

Dear DayQuil,

How have you been? I know this is going to come off a little strong, but I miss you. I just had to say it. I can't live another day of coughing, sneezing, and having a stuffy nose without you in my life. But something stands between us - I have a nursling. Even though he's almost a year old, he still drinks a lot of milk.

Via Flickr/Steven Depolo

Since there's no definite data on how you would impact my milk supply, this must continue to be a case of unrequited love. I know you're listed as "Probably Safe" in my MommyMeds app, but I just can't take that chance. I worked too hard to get to this point with my breastfeeding relationship. I hope to have you back in my life in another year or so. Until then I'll continue to be miserable (and pee a little every time I sneeze and cough), but I will be thinking of you the whole time.

With love and snot,

My Mom Uniform: Ladies That Brunch

For me, warmer weather means more socializing. My DFW friends would get together in the evenings for margaritas, but my Austin friends enjoy getting together for brunch. I like being able to see my friends earlier in the day and then spending the rest of my time with my family. A little time with friends recharges my batteries, which makes me a better mama and wife.

Whether you're meeting your mama tribe or heading out with the whole family, the style options below have you covered - both are breastfeeding friendly. Click the links below the image to shop. Pass the mimosa, please!

Ladies That Brunch

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