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Continue reading →: the boy who only wants to be heldI was kind of joking when, before Gatsby was born, I said he was a mama’s boy and didn’t want to leave me and that’s why he hadn’t come out yet. Turns out that may not be too far from the case. Little man always wants to be held. Like,…
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Continue reading →: escape artist: holdy’s crawling out of the cribSo it finally happened: Holden has crawled out of her crib. I opened the door to my bedroom this morning and there she was, standing in the hallway. There had been no thud; no crying. Just Holdy and her bedhead, ready to shake up the status quo I had been…
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Continue reading →: this week in photosWell, we survived our first week, just the three of us (with some help from grandparents, visits from friends and family and playdates). Here’s what our week looked like: Celebrating Duke’s birthday: View this post on Instagram A post shared by Meagan Hess Given (@nomiddlenamemeg) Playing funny faces: Breaking out…
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Continue reading →: baby’s second nightAs tonight will mark the one-week anniversary of my second night in the hospital with Gatsby, I wanted to share another oh, bother. PSA™ with ya’ll while the horror is still fresh in my mind. You see, in addition to the postpartum recovery/pad sandwich situation that no one (but me!)…
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Continue reading →: first day flying solo as a mom of twoYesterday was my first day home alone with two kids under the age of two. Here was my day: 7:30am: got a shower while G screamed at me from his infant seat. Guess I’m not shaving today. (Technically I guess I could mention 12am, 1:30am, 4:00am, 6:30am: nursed G) 8am:…
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Continue reading →: a birth day and a blogiversarySo, we’re celebrating two milestones this week: Gatsby William Born March 23, 2014 7 lbs., 9.3 ounces 20 inches Mom and baby are doing well. I’ll post all the fun details on his birth story and what finally got him out (right on his due date!) soon, but I also…
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Continue reading →: what’s in the hospital bag?I pretty much had no idea what I was doing when I had Holden. I mean, I seriously had to ask the nurse when I would know to change her diaper. That, coupled with the fact that I didn’t know if I was having a boy or a girl, meant…









