Xanax, anyone?

Hey guys and girls…missed me? Of course you have. Well, while the PoD (that’s Prince of Darkness for those of you not yet aquainted with our little man) is napping, I’ll attempt to provide you all with a long-overdue update as to the state (read: chaos) of our lives. Now be warned, this may be brief, as we’re having a rather fussy day (read: the PoD is driving me outta my mind).

Things are going fairly well. Cole’s eating about every 2-3 hours, which we’d like to space out a bit, but he’s still just a little guy, and can’t hold a ton of formula. Oh yeah, I’m not breast feeding. That lasted, oh, about 5 days and I had to call him off. No problem latching on though—he caught on quite well. Too well. He’s getting big; well, big for him. At his one-month appointment, he was up to 8.5 pounds…he’s probably around ten at this point (we’re seven weeks old today), but we don’t have another appointment until next week. On a serious note, he has a heart murmur, but hopefully it’s benign. We see a pediatric cardiologist tomorrow. Oh yeah, and I know we all made jokes about the blob being, uh, well-endowed, so to speak. Ugh—the cause of such largeness may be due to a hernia. We’re just watching it (fun) and waiting for now, as it doesn’t seem to be bothering him in the least.

All in all, life is beautiful. Mommy dearest was prescribed Zoloft for postpartum depression/anxiety, and it has worked. I wasn’t having any “icky” feelings about the baby—it was more a “Oh fuck, what did we do? I need to run away from this” sorta feeling (sorry for the cursing, but the truth is the truth, n’est pas?). That being said, daddy has handled the transition from martini-drinking-rock-star to bottle-holding-diaper-changing-song singing-family man extraordinarily well. It’s amazing to watch Jed with his son…he has this gentleness that I’ve never before seen. We’ve been out on the town a couple of times, and got away last weekend to Charleston, so yeah, to all you that laughed when we said we were going to maintain at least a semblance of our old lives—HA TO YOU. We are. And we will. And we’re loving every second (ok, most every second) of this new chapter. We’ve got it all…and it’s difficult, tremendously so. But the only way I really can describe it all—the ups and downs, the sleep and lack thereof, the smiling and crying—is that it’s the most beautiful thing I could ever imagine.

More to come soon. Yours truly needs a cigarette before baby wakes (and I don’t want to hear a damned thing about me smoking from anyone. Blame the screamy monster).