3 and a half weeks
My dad sent me a camera last week and I dumped all the pictures I’ve taken so far onto my computer. Here’s the highlights. Enjoy :)
Snugglin <3
Playin games with Daddy.
She loves the swing. Probably not as much as I do though :)
Adventures in Baby Lovin'
About Us:My name is Casey, his name is Michael, and we ♥ Kerrigan.
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I suppose I’ll start writing my birth story…
tomorrow.
June 17 2011
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June 11 2011
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03·28 am
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Someone else suggested that it could be because she’s a girl. They said they know of several fathers who were terrified of changing their little girls diaper. It goes against everything guys are taught growing up.
We had a serious talk about it earlier and I asked Michael if that was it and he said that’s probably the biggest part of it. I guess I understand a little better, but I hope he doesn’t think I would make him change all the diapers if we had a boy. I conclude from our serious talk that it’s something he’s working on. It only really hit him that he was going to be a dad when I was in labor, so I guess the thought of diaper changes probably weren’t on his mind much over the last 10 months. Men are such silly creatures.
1 Week
(sorta late)
Kerrigan,
today you are a week and two days old. It’s really hard to believe. I still find myself looking at you baffled by the fact that you were once inside me. How can you be so tiny and still yet so huge?
You make the cutest faces and the funniest noises. Your daddy says you make noises like he makes faces - You never know what’s comin next, and it’s probably not going to make sense.
I love you so, so much little one. 
June 11 2011
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How long is this seriously going to take?
Last night I really over did it. But really all I did was go with Michael to visit the ladies he used to work with at the chow hall (that’s what they call a cafeteria in the military) and show them the baby. 90% of the time I was sitting down and Michael carried the car seat and the diaper bag.
I guess I didn’t realize beforehand just how hard childbirth is on the body. I’m so sick of laying in this bed only getting up to use the bathroom and forcing my husband to bend to my every whim. He doesn’t mind, I just hate having to depend on others. Especially for simple things like food and water. It makes me feel like such a lifeless, worthless, lazy piece of crap, and not to mention a huge burden.
It probably wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t feel so alone all the time. Michael got 10 days off and ya know what he’s spent all his time doing since we came home the day after the baby came? Computer games. He won’t help with the baby. Sure he brings me whatever I need, and of course he can’t breastfeed, but she’s over a week old and he has not changed a single diaper. He says he’s “not ready”, whatever the fuck that means. I was okay with him not being “ready” at first, and I would probably still be okay with it if he would actually spend time with us without me having to twist his arm. I really don’t need his help. I mean it would be really nice if I could get up and go take a shower without having to wait for her to poop, but I can do a kick ass job at being a mom all by myself. All I really want is some company and to feel like he wants to spend time with the baby.
I just really want to get better so I can get out of the house and see my friends and take Kerrigan everywhere with me and watch strangers ooh and ahh at how precious she is.
June 10 2011
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June 06 2011
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08·17 pm
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Wanna know how we’ve spent the last couple days? This is how.
In the bed. Cuddlin. Watching old movies. Daddy waiting on us hand and foot. This recovery stuff is great and all, but I’ll be much happier when I can stand up without feeling like my hips are just going to break in half and my insides are going to fall out of my butt. I miss going on walks and I want to show off my baby without people having to come over to my dirty house.
Anyway, back to netflix.
PS- Kerrigan, you snore. It’s cute. But what do you do that isn’t cute? :) Momma loves you.
It’s like someone opened the flood gates!
Why didn’t anyone tell me that when your milk comes in, it REALLY comes in?! Holy shit I’m practically drowning over here! Yesterday I pumped about 3 and a half ounces twice, once in the afternoon and once at like midnight. But just now I pumped like 6 and a half and they’re STILL leaking! WTF?! No newborn baby needs to eat this much!
Too good to be true?
Life with a newborn really isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I don’t feel sleep deprived all the time and once I’m back on my feet, I don’t see it being incredibly hard to find time for things other than taking care of Kerrigan. Maybe she’ll wake up tomorrow and be totally changed, but I think I just got really lucky and got a really good baby :)
The Beast has escaped!!
Kerrigan Marci (Like her middle name? Michael finally picked one :) )
Born June 2nd, 2011 at 10:43 AM.
8 pounds 1 ounce and 20 3/4 inches long.
More details to come soon, but for now here’s some pictures.
