pumping

Today I conquered the breast pump. My book says to "pump and store this liquid gold" in case I get sick, so after sterilization, hours of reading and a length assembly process, I hooked my breasts up to the plastic suction cups, closed my eyes and thought of Ben, and pushed "on." It was easier than I thought! I pumped a whole three ounces, enough for one feeding! I'm a champion!

Beautiful boy

So I created this website basically for Ryan and myself, so we can have an outlet and a forum for our obsession with Benjamin Ian Bartlett. We invite and expect all family members and friends to also be obsessed with him.

Ben was born on October 5th, and--don't let anyone tell you otherwise--it was extremely painful and it was 13 hours long and epidurals are a miracle sent from God. I haven't slept more than three hours in a row, and the other night, I fell asleep while feeding him, waking myself when my head lolled back and hit the wall. The plus side to all of this is that Ryan and I can't stop staring at him-- he is so beautiful--and his head smells amazing. Even his pooh smells like buttermilk (although that's just the breast milk talking).

A sidenote: today I learned that in Mexico, it is considered bad luck to keep the umbilical cord after it falls off. You have to take it to a forest and bury it--keeping it would make the baby fearful. I think I'll just stick it in my scrapbook instead.

A plea: please don't call him Benji. It reminds me of Benji the Hunted (that dog). You are welcome to call him Benny instead.

with daddy 

with grandpa 

with brian 

with uncle david--ben's in the blanket 

right after birth--we were both traumatized 

with aunt sally 

with his mommy--the day after he was born 

with stephie 

with aunt birdie 

with aunt jillian 

bath time! 

with his mommy 

with grandma 

with abuela 

with aunt melissa 

with aunt danie 

after a diaper change 

with grandma