Moooooooo....But That's Okay

Ok, I know I'll be the mama milk machine for the next year or so, but I've sort of conveniently forgotten just how all-encompassing the "I am cow" experience is this first few weeks (and months). I've pretty much spent all last night and most of today either nursing or napping (just like Isaac!), but the funny thing is, I haven't really minded, even though I don't think I've slept more than 2 continuous hours since sometime yesterday afternoon. Isaac is now totally on the chow-wagon and wants to eat every hour to two hours (oy). Last night was the first night I spent time nursing him in his room (as opposed to on the couch), and oddly enough I'm in a great mood, despite the totally broken sleep (I never got more than about 45 minutes to an hour at a time). I really was enjoying just being up in the quiet dark room with him, adoring his sweet baby face (which is starting to become less puffy and more defined already), the way his little hand always wants to be near his cheek when he's nursing, his soft, soft hair (I am starting to suspect he might turn out a strawberry blonde--which is very exciting to me because I've always wanted a red-head in the family), and his little breathy exhalations. While I was nursing, I re-read Anne Lamont's terrific book "Operating Instructions" that I got given a copy of at my shower, and with that and the baby-adoring, the hours just kind of blissfully slipped by, instead of crawling oppressively.

It's been quiet and rainy today but in a nice cozy way, not in a depressing way. Despite the overall cow-comparisons, I'm really glad that the nursing is going so well--my boobs are bursting with milk, and Isaac is a pro nurser already, so it's really not that hard or even as time consuming as it used to be with Eli, thank God. And Isaac is clearly getting what he needs, so that makes me really happy. I'm amazed afresh at how much easier this all is going the second time around (so far), and grateful. My attitude is still really good--no baby blues yet--and I hope it stays that way as the sleep deprivation gets more intense.

And now, your daily cute picture (imagine it all nicely cropped and everything, I'm not going to bother):

^ Isaac doing his sleeping-baby-Jesus routine on the couch between feedings.