craziest week ever!

 That's Willow Rae!

Ms. Willow Rae Moyemont-Scarborough was born on October 19th at 12:41 pm. She weighed 7 pounds, 4 ounces and was 19 inches long. 

Wow. It's been quite the week. We went to the doctor Monday and were induced Tuesday morning at 12 am. Labor lasted 35 hours and had many, many scary, crazy bumps. I'll post the birth story in a bit, but even though it was rough for a while, we got a perfect little angel from it.

We were discharged on the 21st, and have been settling into life as a family. The first two days at home were a crying contest between Willow and I, to see who could cry the loudest and the most. I think she won. She wouldn't sleep anywhere but in my arms and I had had less than 8 hours of sleep in over 5 days. Phew! Exhaustion. On JP's first night off, I was really excited for him to be able to help and to finally see that I wasn't crazy and she was super fussy at night-- but that's the night she slept all night other than to get her diaper changed and to eat. It figures. She's been great since then though, just sleeping, eating, pooping and exploring the world around her for a few hours a day. 

Everyone says she looks just like me. I'll take that. I honestly was kind of nervous as to what she'd look like. Some babies don't look that great their first few weeks of life, and though I'd still love her, I was hoping she'd be cute- and she was! A little cone-headed at fist, sure, but still beautiful, with her daddy's huge eyes, and my, well, everything else (they said it, not me!!). 

Life at home is getting a little quieter, but is still hard to adjust to. While I was pregnant I was scared that being alone all day and night (JP works nights and sleeps days) by myself might not help my chances of getting postpartum depression (I had almost every prerequisite). So far, I've scored pretty high (read: "off the charts") on the depression scale but I honestly think most of it is that I'm exhausted. There really isn't anyone around here that can help (or we'll let help) with Willow, but so far we're kind of managing. My mom might come up for a few days, but I'm honestly wondering if that will make things better or worse.

JP is a great daddy. Seriously. From the moment he saw her he fell in love with her. She also acts like she likes him better, but that may be because she gets to see me all the time and is probably sick of me already. He reads to her, holds her, changes her diaper, takes her for a few hours almost every morning so I can get a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep (which works in theory). He had told me that he wouldn't let her wrap him around her little finger. . . Yeah, that's cute. She's already a daddy's girl.

Other than that, there's been some crazy bad things that have happened this week. Mainly- one of my facebook friends decided to submit my facebook statuses (that JP had been updating) and the very first picture of Willow and I to a website called lamebook.com. Not only did whoever this person was not ask my permission, but the website blurred out my face, but not Willow's. This really, really, really bugged me. So much. My opinion is you can screw all you want with me, I don't really care that much, but if you screw with my kid, I will hurt you. I emailed this website and asked them to take her picture down. It took them about 5 days (and two very angry emails!) to remove it from the feed but if you have the direct link it's still there. In the meantime, it was shared/liked/tweeted over 5,000 times. Needless to say, this whole situation makes me livid, and I threatened to sue them and did/sort of am looking into it. I deleted almost everyone of my friends off of facebook, so if I deleted you and you didn't do it, I'm sorry, but I can't take that risk. No one messes with my baby.

So, anyways. I have the cutest baby ever, we're still getting adjusted to life with only an hour or two to do things between feedings/changes/fussing and someone was a giant douche and almost (not quite) ruined the memory of when I first held my daughter. 

So- that's that. Love your faces.

<3

Oh, and I'm 20 now. 

fourty weeks

I know I said she'd come early. . but man, was I wrong. Today is her due date, and the little munchkin is showing no signs of budging. In fact, I've been having less contractions now than I did before. Our doctor wants to induce me, which I was against at first, but she seems to think Willow's a chunker (last ultrasound she was in the 75th percentile) and she's concerned about the chances of a c-section. We'll see. . . We'll know more on Monday when we see the doctor again. If everything's a go, we'll have a baby next week, if not before! Hopefully Willow will get sick of it in there and decide she wants to go on an adventure to this crazy new place we keep telling her about (". . . there's ice cream! You can't have any for a while, but it's here. And ponies and fireworks and so much that you'll like!").

As for everything else, it's kind of overwhelming. It's hitting me that not only will we have a baby, a real life baby. . . , but that I'm going to be doing the majority of baby things on my own. JP works nights, so he sleeps during the day, and so far it looks like I'll be the one changing poopy diapers all night, and most of the day except for maybe a few hours when I can get some shut eye. I know, I know, sleep when the baby sleeps. . . But when there's housework to do, and dishes that need to be washed or else you won't have anything to cook on for dinner, things get crazy. Thankfully, JP has two solid days/nights off a week, and he'll be able to take a day or two off when I go into labor. So, yeah, after Willow gets here he'll have to go back to work pretty much right away and I'm going to be left alone with a tiny human. We'll make it, it's just the logistics are fuzzy.

What else? Oh, prep and stuff. Everything's ready for her. Her clothes are washed and folded and we've just got to move some comic book boxes out of the nursery. All that's got to be done is our stuff. Finishing all the pickup and getting laundry 100% done (how is that even possible???) and all that stuff. Which is hard to do since technically I'm supposed to be on bed rest. Since 36 weeks. But, there's way too much to do and we can't afford a maid, so I have to do it. Once in a while I'll get a spurt of energy but mostly it's dragging myself off the couch (hey, I'm not just vegging, I'm actually making money on the couch-- more on that later) and making myself contort over the sink so that we can have clean forks and stuff.

As far as couch-working, we now have internet (huzzah!) and I'm doing surveys and in the process of starting a new blog or two that I want to incorporate AdSense into. It's basically something that I enjoy doing and that makes me some money, which is always really nice. So far, I've been invited to a panel about baby bottles that paid pretty damn well for just me ranting about baby bottles that I really knew nothing about. . So, yeah, that's nice.

I'm sure I'll be updating soon. There will be pictures.

<3