3 a.m. Feedings

Sometimes 3 a.m. feedings aren't that bad--at least when you're breastfeeding. As your baby grows, you can even do it in bed and fall asleep during it. My baby still isn't great at latching in bed, so I get up and sit in a chair with a dim light on. Both baby and I stay sleepy so it's easy to go back to sleep when he's done eating. Most of the time.

And then there are 3 a.m. feedings that go like this:

Baby eats. 

Baby throws up everything he's eaten all over both of you.

Husband changes baby while you change. 

Husband goes to bed.

You sit down with the baby and the baby poops.

You change the poopy diaper.

While you're wiping the baby's bum, baby poops right into your hand (thankfully the wipe catches it all).

Once baby finishes pooping all over, you put a fresh diaper on him.

You sit down with the baby and the baby poops again.

You change the baby again and finish feeding him.

You finally get him asleep, but you're wide awake.

But you know, at least he didn't pee on me. It could have been worse.

Frogs and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails...

That's what little boys are made of.

With my first two children, I was terrified of having a boy. With this one, I knew it would be a boy. And it is. So I'm not freaking out.

But I know that there is no way of preparing for how different our lives will be by adding a boy to the mix. Watching the lives of my two sisters who have boys is enough to tell me that nothing will ever be the same.

My oldest girl was a little disappointed because she wanted it to be another girl. Today we're talking about cute baby boys we know and about how her best friend at school is a boy. Yesterday we went to Target and let her pick out the first outfit for baby brother. Just that simple act made me feel completely out of my element. I was looking at the opposite things than what I'm used to. No more skimming over the boy clothes in search of things for baby girls. We're trading in dresses and hair bows for tiny suits and bow ties.