I can’t believe Labor Day is only a week away. This summer has completely flown by! Doug and I have had the most special few months in the Hamptons with our baby girl. Every day has been an adventure as we get to know her better and better. The tiny infant we moved out here with at the end of June has morphed into a full-fledged chubby baby who laughs, smiles and has quite the personality! As we were on a walk the other day I noted to Doug that these past two months are probably be the most time we would ever spend together as a family. Yes, once his incredibly generous paternity leaves ends we will still see each other every morning and night but we will likely never again have two straight months of family time. So, as our extended family summer vacation draws to a close we are doing our best to savor every minute with lots of walks, beach time, farm trips, and baby snuggles.
It’s August which means tomatoes! I wait most of the year to eat local tomatoes in their peak. You really have not eaten a tomato until you have had one straight from a Long Island farm in August. Yum! I plan on spending the rest of this month eating as many tomatoes in as many different ways as I can.
With a very small person in the house who needs most of my attention, dinners have been fairly simple affairs the past few months. By the time Hermione goes to sleep at night the last thing I want to do is start cooking a complicated meal. I am much more interested in quickly ingesting something fresh and healthy so I can get some sleep myself before she wakes up and needs me. Fortunately the Hamptons are overrun with farm stands selling produce so fresh it needs little manipulation from me to turn it into a meal.
How is it already July? The past ten plus weeks have been a happy blur of feedings, rocking, bouncing, and falling in love with my beautiful baby girl. Our little family is now settled out in East Hampton for the rest of the summer and I am slowly attempting to get back to work. Please forgive me if the posts are a little light for the next few weeks!
Long before I got pregnant I had a vision of my ideal birth. I wanted my birth to be a natural experience free of medication and intervention. Feeling fully present both physically and mentally for each painful moment was very important to me. I am someone who never even takes an Advil so the thought of an epidural was much more frightening to me than the pain of labor and delivery. As my pregnancy went on I worked closely with my birth coach and OB to realize my dreams of a natural birth experience. I also spent a lot of time working on a detailed birth plan to give out at the hospital so my desires would be known. All the while I struggled to come to terms with the idea that labor and delivery rarely go as planned and that my greatest control would be to let go of control. What I wanted most was to be mentally and emotionally prepared for anything. Easier said than done.
I am notorious for my packing anxiety. I like to pack for trips well ahead of time so that I can edit, re-pack and re-pack again. For our wedding I started packing almost a month beforehand to make sure I did not forget anything! With my penchant for planning ahead it should be no surprise that my bag(s) for the hospital have been packed for weeks. It’s so much harder to pack for one of the biggest trips of your life when you have no idea when you will be leaving on it!
I am a sort of, kind of, semi superstitious person. I will not panic over a broken mirror or a black cat. I do refuse to call my unborn daughter by the name we have chosen for her. Doug calls my belly by her name all the time and it freaks me out a little bit. This may seem strange since I have fully finished her nursery, stocked closet and all but to each her own right?
Baby showers can evoke lots of cutesy images. Diaper cakes, onesie painting stations, and a very pregnant mother-to-be to be at the center of it all. While this might be a dream for some expectant women it was not what I had in mind for my own shower. Even at eight months pregnant I am still a girl that loves putting on a sexy dress and heels and going to a cocktail party. So, when my mom and sister offered to throw me a shower I had a few requests: it had to be a Saturday night, there had to be cocktails for my guests, the food had to be light and healthful, and it needed to be somewhere I could feel appropriate in a cocktail dress, big statement earring and heels.
This past week has been truly tragic and shocking. I have spent the past five days watching the events in Boston unfold with sadness, shock and horror. Every picture and video on the news is of a street or neighborhood I know well and have memories of. Boston holds a special place in my heart and is the only place other than NYC that I have ever called home. I hope that all of this tragedy serves as a reminder that life is short and precious and that we should all focus on love and kindness towards each other.