A month ago today I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Harry, who was named after his father, grandfather and great-grandfather.
I'd love to say that things have been easy but as many of you parents know - babies are hard! Baby Harry has had tummy issues, gas issues, spit-up issues, latching issues and pretty much any other issue that a kid who's only been around for a few weeks could have. Which, to say the least, has drained this new mother to the point of having to ask the doctor for "Happy Pills." I'm not one to admit defeat easy so trying to pretend that everything was hunky dory while sobbing hysterically 24 hours a day, not eating and puking more than when I was prego - well - that was not a fun task.
But he really is a beautiful baby.
He's strong.
He's loud.
He's mine.
I'd post more but due to my lack of brain power, sleep and properly balanced hormones, I will have to save it for later.
Oh - his stats: Birth date: 3/25/10. 8 pounds, 3 ounces. 21.5 inches long and he has a full head of hair, pretty olive skin and blue-grey eyes.
