Annnnddd just like that, it's September! What the what.

Labor day weekend was a mix of fun and busyness and exhaustion...it was Gary and Michelle's wedding on Sunday, and Jeff was a groomsman, so he was pretty busy with the wedding rehearsal on Saturday and wedding on Sunday. That left me to be the solo parent, which for the most part was OK, except that Simon wouldn't nap on Saturday so I had to wait until Jeff got home to eat lunch. Then Sunday my parents watched Simon for several hours in the afternoon/evening so I could attend the wedding. (I had previously debated taking Simon with me, but decided it was too unpredictable given that I wasn't sure I would be able to find parking easily, and him crying during the ceremony/reception, and his bedtime being 8...etc. But after getting there I realized it would have been doable. Oh well.) It was really nice being able to go out and socialize, even though I had to leave early. (Another side note -- it's hard to stay out for long periods of time when you're breastfeeding a newborn. Boobs.)

Anyway. I had a lot of anxiety leading up to the wedding because I wasn't sure how Simon would do with my parents. He can't nap at their place for many various reasons -- too much stimulation being the main one, though. That and my mom won't swaddle him (argh). He ended up doing OK. Of course they waited until he was crying to feed him (another argh), but he survived without me/Jeff. I didn't get to their place until 7ish and he was pretty fussy by then because he hadn't slept for 4+ hours, so I rushed him home to give him his bath and get him ready for bedtime. Then he really wanted to comfort nurse, but because I hadn't had the chance to empty my breasts they were pretty full and he gulped down too much milk and air. The result? A huge barf that drenched me, him, and everything on the bed. Poor little guy. He just let out this sad little cry, like, "why did this happen to me?" That is something I'd like to not relive again, ever.

Somehow I managed to clean both of us up but by then I was SO exhausted I didn't even want to think about doing laundry and so we crashed in our master bedroom instead. The fun didn't end there, though. He woke up at 2 am to feed, which was great (5 hours!), except he couldn't go back to sleep after that...his eyes were closed but every couple of minutes he would fidget and move around. In my sleep deprived state I thought it was his diaper, so I changed it, and then again 2 hours later when I fed him again...needless to say I basically didn't sleep from 2 am - 5 am when I finally gave up and woke up Jeff. Who was sleeping on the couch downstairs because of the bed situation. The whole family was tired on Monday, hah. Luckily Simon chilled out and actually slept that day so we had a chance to recover. Just in time to have dinner with my parents and a bunch of their friends...huzzah, more stimulation for our poor baby! Simon's such a trooper, though. He did great at the dinner except towards the end he got fussy, so we had an excuse to leave, haha.

Simon's definitely starting to smile and coo more, especially when he's well rested. It's super cute but I have trouble capturing it on my phone. His cooing sounds like he's saying, "ooooh" over and over again. And while most of his smiling is still related to him farting/pooping, I think he's starting to smile socially (yay!)

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I didn't mean to write about that whole thing but it was a pretty eventful weekend. I'm glad it's over. I really want to enjoy this week since it's my last week of leave (insert very sad face emoticon). Jeff is also working from home this week so it'll be super nice for me! Everything is so much easier (and less lonely) when he is home. I really should take advantage and use this time to stock up on food and prepare for next week. Luckily my first two weeks back are PACU so I'll have ample time to pump and get re-acclimated to working again. Hopefully I haven't forgotten how to anesthetize people, HA.