Since there’s such a lack of opinions, thoughts and general commentary on COVID-life, quarantine and the general bizarro state of the world right now, I figured I’d share my thoughts (😏 if you’re not sensing the sarcasm here, you’re clearly a better human than I am and don’t scroll through angry mom-group-debates on Facebook at midnight!).
But really though. It’s all been said and resaid and said some more. So I’m not going to address the scientific/medical/political facets of this pandemic because, hey, I’m not a doctor or scientist or (thank god) not a politician. I’m just a person who loves people, so that’s what I’m going to write about here.
I love crowds. I’m a person who hates going to an empty restaurant, even if it means we can get a table right away. I like a packed theatre; the communal experience of everyone doing the same thing at the same time gives me comfort and joy. I never minded riding crowded public transportation; smushed up against other people in a subway car; sharing elbow room on a packed flight; the hustle between classes in an overflowing hallway at school- I love and miss it all.
I worry about the carry over of pandemic life to “regular life”, once we get back there (WHICH I KNOW IN MY HEART WE WILL!). Just like depression era- grandparents or parents who immigrated to this country with little or nothing to spare tend to carry over behaviors that helped them during their struggles- like taking extra sugar packets from the deli and storing them at home “just in case”- what strange, anti-social behaviors will carry over from Covid-life? Not wanting to be with people? Constant suspicion and scrutiny of others? Distrust of a nearby sniffle, or clearing of a throat? Paranoia about touching shared objects? Will people really flee cities to live in more rural areas? More hiding behind personal, individualized screens for work, school, entertainment and “socializing”? Anxiety-inducing sanitizing sessions of every damn thing we touch?!
What kind of life is that?
Please don’t misconstrue my yearning for crowds and the communal milk station at Starbucks (remember those? How many missed opportunities for casual “meet cutes” have passed by?- if you’ve seen “The Holiday” with Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz, you know what I mean! ) as general insensitivity or ignorance to the horrific realities of Covid- if you’ve been following me on Instagram, you may remember that the amazing human that was my father passed away from it himself. I get it. I’m not here to debate the worth of human life over social experiences or the economy or whatever. Because the truth is, one person’s reality and what they value is just that- their reality, their values. Moving on.
Ironically, during this time of “we’re all in this together” (bc every commercial from your local Toyota dealership to your cell phone provider is here to remind you of this, in case you forgot!), it feels like we’re on the brink of toxic individualism. Everyone’s been quarantined in their little bubbles, in our very own corners of the world, watching the same news channels that serve to reinforce our existing viewpoints (team CNN or team FOX NEWS?!)🙄, scrolling Instagram with an algorithm that shows is what we already know and “like”, interacting with the same few people who are, for the most part, family or friends who more than likely look, act and behave pretty similarly to ourselves. The “publicness” of life is missing; the forced beneficial interactions that make everyday life better and more interesting- just being on a crowded train, in a packed school hallway, reaching for the 2% milk pitcher at the Starbucks counter and having a stranger pass it to you without having to “sanitize”🙄 it first, navigating streets teeming with a literal cross-section of humanity- these interactions are constant reminders that i/you/we are NOT the center of the universe, others exist, their realities are valid, and that after all, we are all humans who want and do pretty much the same things. Ugh it hurts my heart so much just thinking about it. I miss it all.
I’ve always been an incurable optimist; that will never change, pandemic or no pandemic. But still, every now and then, questions creep into my mind like “what if people don’t want to go back to being with other people? What if we get too comfortable being 6 feet apart? What if human touch, laughing closely, shared items and communal experiences become taboo or even worse, a thing of the past?” Will people not hug anymore?!
So much UGH.
A thought that I’ve found comforting though is this: humans are social creatures. I believe that we’ll get back to being together eventually because that’s what we’re made to do. It’s what’s moved our society forward since the dawn of time- togetherness. More separation and isolation is the exact opposite of what the world needs right now- we need each other in so many ways. Let’s not forget that moving forward💛
So this is the longest I’ve ever gone without writing a blog post…
We sold our first house exactly one year ago, and I just said to Tim how it feels like we still haven’t quite caught our breath yet…we found out I was pregnant with Eamon, packed up our old house, moved into Tim’s parents’ house, took on a full house renovation that lasted 5 months, moved into our new house, had Eamon… and then the pandemic happened. And maternity leave ended, and we did the work-from-home-with-kids thing. And now it’s summer, which sort of still feels like an extension of lockdown/quarantine/the past five months… it’s all kind of a blur that feels like 5 minutes and also like 5 years have gone by. Pretty sure you all feel similarly, right?
Anyway, now that we’ve adjusted to being parents of TWO (!)… I want to share some perspective on what it’s been like, answer some of your questions, and share what’s worked so far for us! Here goes…
Adjusting from ONE to TWO:
There’s that old saying that “one is like none and two is like twenty” (or something like that), that most definitely had me shaking in my boots when it came to deciding to have a second kid. Our little trio (Tim, Nolan and I), we’re literally like a modern day three musketeers- going away was easy bc all three of us fit in a King bed hotel room, one of us could entertain Nolan and the other had “free” time, having someone watch one kid is so much easier of an ask than asking them to watch two- we were hesitant to rock the boat, because, honestly, Nolan was so easy (and still is for the most part)- bringing another human into the mix seemed risky.
Nevertheless, Eamon arrived.
And he’s amazing. And easy. And yes, I feel incredibly grateful and at the same time guilty that somehow, we got another baby who eats well, sleeps well and seems as chill and easygoing as his brother.
A question I get a lot is “How has Nolan adjusted?”- the truth is, he’s been great. Sure, he needs to be reminded to be gentler every now and then; to lower his voice when screaming “EAMOOOOOO” in poor Eamon’s face (although Eamon seems to think this is hilarious). If one of us is holding Eam, Nolan will sometimes try to crawl into our lap too. But overall, he’s been an awesome big brother. I’ll trust him to “babysit” Eam for a few minutes while I dry my hair, or put dishes away, things like that. He loves the responsibility, and I love peeking in and seeing him play with him, talk to him, hug him- it’s the sweetest. One of Nolan’s favorite “jobs” is to report if Eam has fallen asleep in the backseat or if he’s still awake.
How has life changed for us? Does TWO really feel like TWENTY?
Sometimes, (ha!). But most of the time, it’s very manageable. I also know that I say this from a two parent household, during a time period when Tim and I have both been home, without having to leave for work, commute, have social engagements etc- so I guess it remains to be seen how easy or challenging it will be once “real life” kicks in again (insert praying hands emojis here!) My biggest piece of parenting advice has always been DON’T OVERTHINK THINGS! Now with two, just like when we had Nolan, we just go for it- whether it’s going away together, taking the boys out to eat, to the beach, whatever- we try not to let the “what ifs” of life paralyze us from doing things. Sure, is it easier to stay home than go away? (Kind of? Not really? After months of quarantine I’m ready to hit the road for the time being, even WITH my kids!) I’ve always found that they’re better “behaved” and we’re more engaged as a family if we’re out and about on some sort of adventure- at home sometimes, I think people kind of gravitate to their separate activities.
Ok, now onto what’s probably the most asked question I get: how do we “get” Eamon (and Nolan, when he was a baby) to sleep so well?
*Disclaimer time*
Obviously, I’m not a pediatrician, sleep specialist, baby guru etc – just sharing what worked for us w both boys!
While I do believe that nature/personality whatever you want to call it, plays a role in a person’s sleeping and eating and overall behavior, I also know, being a teacher for over a decade, that human beings’ behavior can be shaped from the outside as well. The word “trained” has a negative connotation, but the truth is, babies DO need to be trained, they need to learn, and what YOU DO TEACHES them.
That being said…
Sleep: with Nolan, we kept him in a bassinet (the old, now illegal Rock and Play!) for the first six weeks-two months before “transitioning” him to his crib. Because that’s what “people said to do”. He took right to it, and never really had trouble sleeping. He had a few rough wake ups at around the four month sleep regression (still not sure if that’s really a thing, because Eamon did not go through that), but overall, he slept through the night and had solid naps from around 6 weeks old. With Eamon, we kept him in a bassinet for three nights exactly then were like “ummmm yeah let’s just put him in his crib in his room bc I don’t think newborns even know the difference!” So we did. And he was fine. I feel like this is one of those man-made (or in this case, woman-made?) ideas that you have to follow some sort of preordained sleep progression, when really, if you think about it, cave-people’s babies just WENT TO SLEEP WHEREVER and they totally survived or we wouldn’t be here today! Stop laughing, BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE!!! We’ve created all of these weird “rules” for ourselves that in my humble opinion, have just created more anxiety for parents (and tons of profit for baby product companies!!!- just sayin’). A common question I get via DM from first time parents is “when did you know he was “ready” for his crib?” Answer: Right away! Because guess what? They don’t know what a bassinet or crib or cardboard box is anyway! Moral of the story: we just put Eamon straight into his crib, in his own room, and he slept. He learned early on that that room, that crib was a time and place for sleep. Why delay the inevitable?
Another guiding principle that we have as parents is to set procedures, rules and expectations early on, and stick to them until you see the baby or kid “own them”, meaning be able to run the routine or recognize or expect the routine on their own. This is pretty much how I run my classroom as a teacher- I establish set procedures and routines from day one of class, and stick to them until I can feel my students really get them, buy into them, and expect them. Once that happens, then I can pick and choose when to relax the rules and routines when needed… and it’s the same for babies and kids! Because Nolan and Eamon have strong senses of routine and procedure at home, they’re able to quickly adapt to new experiences, sleeping situations, traveling etc, where we might have later bedtimes, different sleeping accommodations- and then snap right back into the regular routine easily because it’s been practiced so much. Babies and kids love knowing what to expect; they secretly love guidelines and rules- and then deviating from them feels like a well deserved special treat, if that makes sense.
What’s our sleep routine like? For naps, Eamon takes two big naps a day, the first about two-three hours after he wakes up, for 2-2.5 hours (usually somewhere between 11am-2pm) and then again around 4pm – 5:30ish. We try and get in as much play time, stimulation, outdoor time with fresh air and sun, plus a good meal in during their waking hours (about 2-3 hours wake time at a time) so that they’re good and tired for a nap. The long length of nap, in my experience, is something babies are naturally inclined to do, but also need to be trained to do. Sure, sometimes he’ll wake up 20 minutes in, or will cry for 10 min or so until he falls asleep. The way I see it, don’t we, as adults, sometimes have trouble immediately falling asleep? Or don’t we wake up in the night sometimes? How counterproductive would it be if every time we tossed and turned or woke up in the middle of the night, some huge human reached down and picked us up out of bed, totally waking us, taking to us and maybe even turning lights on?! We just learn get ourselves to sleep or to fall back asleep ourselves- and since babies don’t have the ability to talk, reason, turn over to get comfy etc- they cry. That’s it. It doesn’t mean they don’t want to sleep, or can’t sleep. I see it as the same thing adults do when we’re trying to fall asleep, just different. If you create the habit of going in to get them and interrupting them trying to get to sleep, they “learn” to expect that behavior from you, and then crave it. And then you’re screwed (joking, kind of!). 99% of the time, both Nolan and Eamon would fall back asleep within 10 minutes- both at nap time and at night. I don’t think of this as “letting them cry it out” (such a dramatic term- why this has become such a source of controversy is beyond me)- more like “let them learn”. Plus, trust me, your mom instincts will know if the cry means something is wrong- but really, usually nothing is- they’re just working on learning to sleep.
Bedtime is 7:30; if we’re on vacation or away, maybe a little later. We don’t do a long, “fun” bath time with him, I kind of feel like any extra stimulation at bedtime defeats the point. We’ll quickly rinse him off (not even every night- maybe 3x a week), put on a fresh diaper and pjs, and zip him into a sleep sack (we didn’t swaddle with Eamon either- again I feel like the more crutches you build into their expectations, the more “habits” you have to “break” later! He just never was swaddled and then never expected to be!). We don’t read to him before bed either (why stimulate?! We read during the day, mostly at mealtimes!) or sing (no one needs to be tortured or given nightmares by my or Tim’s voices lol)- we just give him a bottle, burp quickly and lay him down to sleep. Walk out of the room. That’s it. Even during those first few weeks and months maybe when newborns still need night feedings- keep it short and sweet! We didn’t talk or turn lights on or sing or even do a diaper change- NO NEED! An overnight diaper is good for 12 hours for a reason! Imagine if someone dragged you out of bed, took off your pajamas and changed your underwear in the middle of the night and then expected you to go right back to sleep?! Sounds horrifying and annoying right?! So why do we do this to babies and expect different from them? Leave the diaper, they rarely poop overnight anyway!
Oh one more thing- the dream feed! I did this with both Nolan and Eamon and it worked great in getting them to sleep long stretches at night until they slept completely through (and I think it gets them to sleep later in the morning too!). A dream feed is basically you feeding them via bottle or breastfeeding right before YOU go to bed, mayne three or four hours after the baby’s original bedtime, that fills their tummy one last time for overnight. So Eamon goes down to bed after an almost full bottle at 7:30, goes to sleep, then before Tim and I head to bed we (usually I) give him a dream feed bottle at like, 11:30 to hold him over till morning. When you do it though, you have to pick them up quietly, the idea being to NOT WAKE THEM UP and just let them start eating while they sleep (in your arms, not while in the crib FYI), hence the term “dream feed”- consider it “sleep eating” kind of. Then when they’re done, immediately put them right back to bed and walk out. We stopped dream feeding Nolan around 6 months because he was eating so much more during the day that he didn’t need that 11:30 feed anymore. When we went away last week, I experimented not dream feeding Eamon, who is currently 5 months, and he slept though without it, just woke up a little earlier than usual (7:00 instead of around 9am, his usual).
Moral of our story- let them learn to sleep. The more you do, the more you’ll have to do, if that makes sense.
That’s kind of it though- if going to sleep independently is something you want a baby to learn to do, why give them a million crutches to lean on and then have to suffer while taking them away?! Both Nolan and Eamon get PLENTY of snuggles and love and attention during waking hours- in my experience, doing too much around bedtime makes it harder in the long run. Keeping it short and sweet has produced two great sleepers for us!
Also I owe you a drink for getting to the end of this looongggg post (haha!)- but in all seriousness, I hope this helps! Again, please don’t take any of this as hard and fast rules or facts- not a doctor or sleep therapist, just wanted to share what’s worked for us with both boys! Happy sleeping!
Hi everyone! Hope you’re all hanging in there, as we’re in the midst of a surreal reality right now- the Covid-19 “Coronavirus” pandemic has thrown us all for a major loop, to say the least. I was going to wait until each room was “done” to share all of our home renovation “before and afters”, but since we’re all somewhat quarantined and keeping “socially distant”, now seems as good a time as any to (hopefully) distract you momentarily and brighten your day with our pics! Plus, regularly scheduled outdoor/ social/fashion content is currently on the back burner so… here we go!
I’ll share rooms in separate posts, as to not overwhelm you guys with too much at once and bc honestly that would be too much for me to do at once 😂- so I’m starting with the upstairs main bathroom!
The Before:
As you can see, SO MUCH GREEN TILE!!!
Our thought process: we decided to go with a shower/bath combo instead of keeping the existing separate shower and tub situation, because we felt that having two sinks would benefit us more – I’m not much of a bath person (although I’d like to be!), and since we have two boys, we felt that a separate bathtub wasn’t necessary… more likely two people would be brushing their teeth at the same time than showering/bathing right?
Another decision we made was to keep the bathroom black and white and neutral; since we wanted to keep the original stained glass window that had its own color story which we were not going to change, we didn’t want to do any competing colors with the window. So I decided on classic white subway, white hexagon tile for the floors, and white walls (Behr “falling snow”), grey vanities with white quartz tops, and all black hardware for the fixtures, and wood and brass/gold accents warm the space up.
For the shower door, we knew we wanted a sliding glass door on rollers- we like the industrial, sort of masculine look to it, so even though it was pricier than a trashy shower door, it looks beautiful and actually saves some space as well!
The After:
In terms of work, we contracted out for the demo, plumbing, electric and paint. The tiling, vanity and accessory installation, carpentry, and finish work were all done by Tim and his dad (with a little help from Nolan and I!). It’s hard to give you guys an exact timeline, because we were simultaneously working on so many other renovations in the house at once- I’d estimate about a month to six weeks including waiting on materials and subcontractors schedules.
We’re incredibly happy with how it came out- everyday I wake up and feel like I’m in a hotel bathroom!
Linked below are most of the products and materials we used if you guys are interested☺️
As I’m typing this out, I’m realizing there are SO many components of this topic that I want to touch on in this post- so be prepared- it’s going to be a long and winding one😂! I’ll divide it up into sections to try and organize my thoughts and make it easier for you guys to follow!
My second pregnancy:
First off, I HIGHLY recommend doing a total home renovation while pregnant- kidding, but not really!! It honestly kept me active, distracted, and was like, the ultimate nesting instinct-satisfier, if that makes sense. To be completely transparent, we found out I was pregnant literally the same week we decided to list and sell our old house, so as per usual for us, everything started happening at the same time at 100 miles per hour- which is kind of how we like it!
My first pregnancy with Nolan was very easy, as was my second. With Nolan, I think I remember a few more/longer headaches and being tired more in the first trimester; with Eamon, there was barely any of that- although I’m not sure if I can chalk that up to all the distractions of selling, buying, moving, renovating etc. Either way, I’m extremely lucky to have had another easy, problem free pregnancy- and it just FLEW BY!
First vs. second C-Section:
So my first c-section with Nolan was an unplanned, emergency surgery due to a 16 hour failed induction (he was 10 days late!) – he wouldn’t budge, and his heart rate started going nuts which prompted the docs to call for an emergency c section within what seemed like minutes. I honestly don’t remember as much from the actual surgery bc I was so exhausted from a long and unsuccessful labor, plus wayyy more out of it bc of all the drugs etc from the induction. I do remember though, that my recovery was way more painful, difficult and challenging both mentally and physically than my second one with Eamon. With my first, I didn’t feel good walking until probably a week after the surgery; despite the fact that the docs and nurses make you do it, it was extremely painful and slow. TMI, there was A LOT more post partum bleeding after my first, way more swelling in both my abdomen and legs, and I remember having way more intense hormonal headaches.
With Eamon, I decided to have a scheduled c-section instead of trying for a VBAC (vaginal birth after c-section), because in my opinion, the “devil you know is better than the devil you don’t” if that makes sense! So we chose the day after his actual due date, February 5th, and with all the craziness of selling our house, buying and renovating our new one, having at least one “scheduled” thing in our life felt good! The week before the surgery, I did the presurgical testing at the hospital and they gave me alllll the specific directions to prepare for the surgery- and if you know me in real life, you know I don’t always follow directions if I don’t want to!😂😏 There was a special soap I was supposed to use the night before the surgery (didn’t ) and Gatorade I was supposed to drink on the way to the hospital the morning of (def didn’t!)- I figured that with Nolan, I had no “preparation” for the c-section and everything turned out fine, so…
Anyway, two nights before the scheduled surgery, I started having what I knew were contractions- even though I had never went into actual “labor” with Nolan, my gut just told me that was what was happening- the contractions weren’t painful or frequent enough to warrant going to the hospital so I just kept going about my business, hoping to make it 36 more hours to the scheduled c-section! The night before the surgery, our sliding shower door was actually getting installed, as one of the last items on our renovation to-do list- it was so funny looking back with me curled up on the couch in the “fetal” (haha) position having contractions while the poor shower door guys looked at my horrified while working tirelessly upstairs to install the shower door so that everything would be ready for us when we got home from the hospital! We went to sleep that night (Nolan slept at grandma’s) with our bags packed, me contracting through the night, just trying to hold on a few more hours!
The morning came, and Tim and I drove to the hospital. Knowing what was to come was wayyyy easier this time around; we were packed and prepared to stay in the hospital for 4-5 days, we knew what to expect with the surgery and the recovery etc. when we got there, we checked in and they took us right away. They started me on the IV – WHICH I SWEAR IS THE WORST PART- WORSE THAN THE SURGERY ITSELF!- (I actually almost fainted from the IV insertion lol), and the doctor came on to talk us through what would happen next. I was nervous, sure, bc after all, it is surgery- but the docs and nurses are all so calm and give you this feeling like it’s just another day at the office – which for me, if very comforting. Then, they walked me into the operating room to insert the epidural and get the ball rolling. The epidural, which numbs you from the midsection down, is basically a giant needle they put into your spine, and an IV-like drip stays there for 24 hours after the surgery to prevent you from feeling both the surgery itself and the subsequent pain. When they put it in, you lean forward into a hugging position onto a nurse (very intimate😂) so that the anesthesiologist can have access to your spine and you won’t jerk around while they put it in. Really, it isn’t that bad. It feels like a sharp pinch and pressure- it’s more the mental component of picturing what they’re doing that makes it worse that it actually feels! Within moments, your lower half goes numb and you’re laid down on the operating table. A sheet is put up across your midsection to prevent you or your partner from seeing anything too horrifying lol- then Tim sat next to my head where he was able to talk to me the whole time. You can sort of feel tugging and a cool sensation as they wipe your lower half down and begin the surgery, but they don’t actually say “ok here we go!” Which is good bc it’s happening and you kind of don’t even really know it? I could feel the same tugging and pulling – which is NOT PAINFUL AT ALL) that I felt with Nolan’s c-section, but to give you an idea of how not bad it is, Tim and I were able to talk and laugh through and entire conversation with another nurse/anesthesiologist about how we met in middle school and dated in high school!!! All while being cut open and my insides moved around! It’s crazy, really. Then, we heard the doctors say “here he is!” and you hear THE CRY… and your heart just melts ❤️… they showed us the baby over the curtain and quickly took him to clean him off and check him before they gave him to us to hold- I could only for a second bc they had to sew me up (which you also don’t feel and isn’t bad at all)- that took about 15 min or so and then I was wheeled into the recovery room, where Tim was brought back in and we could finally meet and hold Eamon!
We were kept in recovery while they ran more tests on the little guy; also you aren’t taken to your actual hospital room until you can feel, move and lift your legs slightly. Again, so different than my first c-section- I was able to feel and move more, better and sooner than the first time! Then, you’re wheeled up to your hospital room, your “home” for the next 3-5 days, depending on your health, insurance and individual situation- we knew we’d be there for minimum four days. The epidural was still going strong, which made everything very bearable- honestly, I didn’t feel much pain (maybe a 2 on a 1-10 scale) the first day. They make you get up and walk the night of the surgery; which totally seems crazy, but IS THE KEY TO RECOVERY- all the medical professionals say, and I have to agree with in my experience. It’s painful to walk the first time, like a burning, sensation in your abdomen and back, but really, while the epidural is still working it’s magic and you’re on the Motrin-like pain killer, it’s no worse than a 5-6 on the pain scale.
The next day, though, when the epidural is removed, was the toughest. I almost had this false sense of security like “oh I’m fine look at me strutting along” then BAM the second day sucked- more like a 4-5 all day on the pain scale. They offer you plenty of options for pain killers, but I opted just for the Motrin bc I’m a big baby and the idea of OxyContin scares me😂. I took one Oxy at nighy the second night to help sleep, but it just made me feel weirdly loopy which i didn’t like, so from that point, I just went with the Motrin, which really was fine for days 3 and beyond, where I really did start to feel fine. I was able to go to the bathroom by myself, blow out my hair, get dressed alone, all by the second/third day at the hospital; yes, you walk like a 99 year old, hunched over, but every day, you see a marked improvement. By day 5 (they kept me an extra day bc my blood pressure reading was a little high), I was able to walk (almost upright) and even help Nolan down off the hospital bed (we had him come stay with us the last night there bc we missed him so much and had to stay longer than anticipated!). Oh, one more thing- my incision wasn’t nearly as painful recovery wise as was the epidural insertion site on my back!! For some reason, I felt SO bruised and sore in my back on the spot where the epidural went in- I don’t remember feeling that after the surgery with Nolan; with him, the c-section incision itself hurt more.
Home recovery:
When we got home, I continued to improve so much faster than I did the first time- again, I’ll chalk it up to (and the docs agree) that planned is easier than an emergency- your body isn’t in as much shock. I was able to walk up and down stairs the first day home (slowly and awkwardly though!) and pretty much do basic things around the house. Also, I swear by the belly binder (I think it’s actually called “abdominal binder” ) that they give you at the hospital post-surgery (you can also order off of Amazon – a good one HERE!) – it just makes you feel stronger, more secure- like your insides are held into place or something! For the first week, I wore it 24 hours a day, which I think really helped, taking it off only to shower. After that, I wore it at home and sleeping the second week, and by the third week, didn’t really need it anymore. After week three, I would say I felt 90% myself- sure I can’t run or work out yet, but for the most part I feel physically great! The swelling went down within a few days of being home, which felt great too. Now, at 5 weeks post partum, dealing with juggling two kids is more painful than the recovery ever was ! (JK it’s really not that bad lol- just a new normal, which I’ll get into in another post!)
Ok so I think that’s it- if I missed anything you guys have questions about, please let me know via comment here, on insta, or though DM or email! Happy to share whatever can help a mama out!
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