Belatedness

Happy belated blog anniversary, Mother's Day to me, and 1 month birthday to Mitchell (the baby)! :) I started this blog 2 years ago this past Saturday and Mitch also turned 1 month old that day. Unfortunately, the blog has sputtered out a little lately, but ya know...see previous good or not so good excuses regarding that. As far as the baby, I didn't know if I'd be someone who would celebrate or acknowledge every single little milestone my baby has, but alas, I care that he is 1 month old. I guess you have to with babies anyway since their age is referred to in months until they are 2 years old. I always thought that was a little ridiculous...come on, a 20 month old? Dude, the baby is 1 years old...1 and 1/2, if you must. But, I'm rambling.

My first Mother's Day was cool. Ted's family came to visit and see the baby. Ted gave me two necklaces engraved with the baby's name. One of them also has his birthstone on it, a diamond. It is actually very interesting that his birthstone is a diamond because I've always had a secret wish to name my first son Diamond (or any son I guess). I know, I know, that would just be begging for him to get teased and beat up every day at school, so I would never do it, but I still like the name for some reason. It was the name of a boy in a book I read in a college English class, about a Native American girl's dramatic childhood...the title was something about a yellow raft...maybe a yellow raft in blue water, or the river or something. Anyway, I don't get the name, but I get the birthstone :)

Mitchell is so big! Probably 10 pounds and something by now. He's fallen into a schedule somewhat...eating every 2 hours or so during the day and every 3 to 5 at night (which is the bomb because if I go to bed around 11pm, he only wakes up once around 2:30am, and then again around 6am which is when I have to get up anyway). I'm certainly more used to taking care of him...diaper changing has become pretty second nature, as is picking him up and holding him and stuff. It's a little difficult to maneuver him when I have my thumb splints on, but I don't always need them and I've started physical therapy for the issue. That's a whole other thing, but basically the tendons that go from my thumb up my arm are screwed after having the baby and using my hands so much...it's called De Quervain's Tenosynovitis or tendonitis or syndrome or disease or something. I have no idea who or what De Quervain is, but I hate him or her or it. Oh well, life goes on.