Over the last two days, Parisian grandmas have criticized our dressing of Theo twice — once saying that he needed more protection from the sun (he was in a BabyBjorn and had a sun hat) and once saying that he needed socks on his feet (it was 81 degrees out in the park). AND THEN two American exchange students came up to us and started speaking French! We are sooo fitting in with the locals!
Theo can hang in the metro (which is a wonderful way to get around) and his stroller helped us skip part of the line to get into the Louvre. But just so we don’t paint too rosy a picture — he did scream all the way up the crammed elevator to the second floor of the Eiffel Tower.
Dinner in Paris
Nursing around Paris, pt. 1, the Louvre
Theo and the Mona Lisa
Dressed up for Mother’s Day dinner
Top of the Eiffel Tower
Theo and the Eiffel Tower
Nursing Around Paris, pt. 2
Theo rides the metro
After our recent adventures having Theo, I definitely have a new appreciation for Mothers. The sacrifices they make day to day and in the long run to careers (although it shouldn’t have an impact it is obvious to anyone paying attention). I appreciate all the hard work and effort it goes into raising a child that for much of it’s life will challenge and annoy you when ever possible.
Seriously, some of the things mother’s have to go through blows my mind. While much of society and medicine has drastically improved, labor and delivery is still nothing short of shocking and barbaric. If all goes well it can be magic, so I hear, but it didn’t for us. During labor is still one of the highest risk chances of death for in any mother’s life. Considering it is such a common life event, one would think it would be one of the best understood and researched medical events, but conflicting advice with little to no research backing abounds. While sharing our delivery story with folks it was surprising how many people had rough experiences and still frequently are suffering side effects years and decades later.
Clearly, I hadn’t given enough credit on mother’s day (and every other day) to my own mom. Well we get to start working on improving that this year.
This year to celebrate Erin’s first mothers day, we went to Paris! We also brought my mom… Who has been looking to get back over to visit Paris again. So this mothers day will be spent out at cute cafes with a dinner.
On the last few weeks of Erin’s maternity leave we can spend some time celebrating being a mom with each of our mother’s as Erin’s mom will be joining us for the second leg of the trip in Amsterdam.
So cheers and happy mother’s day to every mom out there… Clearly, we wouldn’t be anywhere without you.
What we have learned so far:
— We packed more as carry-ons alone for this trip than we did in all our bags for our entire 5-month trip around the world. Had everything we needed, but we will have to work on getting the volume down. It was only possible because we had Gigi’s extra set of hands. +1 infant = +4 pieces of luggage?
— Airplane bassinets for the win — kiddo slept for 5 hours straight across the Atlantic.
— This website is awful, but the service was incredible — TaxiBabySeat picked us up at the airport holding a sign with my name on it and had an infant car seat in the cab to transfer us to our apartment. And when we forgot a piece of luggage at the airport (there were so many to remember!) our driver circled back to help us retrieve it. We reserved our beautiful Paris apartment on AirBnB, which allowed us to search for a place with a washer and dryer.
— Kiddo loves Paris, though he’s always been pretty good at restaurants, and the inside of his babybjorn travel crib looks the same as it does at home.
All our carry-on luggage
and of course bebe’s first passport photo is adorable.
We’ve all survived our first month — something that feels like a genuine accomplishment made possible by Dan’s mad fathering skills and the tremendous amount of support we’ve received from family and friends.
Just kidding — it took until 7:30PM to get the two of us bathed and clothed, and the shirt I was wearing already smelled of breastmilk. But at least we got some pictures.
We wear hoodies
Sorry folks I forgot we are trying to post most of our Theo photos here and not just Facebook as some people don’t use the walled garden that is FB. I will catch the blog up with some things we have posted along with some extra goodies.
Babies For Nerds
I also have another Baby related post on my developer blog, as it a bit more nerdy than our normal family blog post. Check out Alexa For Newborns if you are interested in how I have worked to setup our house for more hands free usage, since baby Theo is frequently taking up all our hands.
Theo for International Women’s Day
Happy #internationalwomensday props to all the women out there, extra love to moms, extra extra love my partner / new mom Erin Miller
Theo The Hamster
Erin also shared one of our silly baby Theo jokes along with some pictures…
“It’s like trying to breastfeed a drunk angry hamster” — Dan Mayer, day 3 of Theo Mayer
My mom responded to this, trying to show Theo is not a hamster by sharing this video. “this is a hungry hamster. Check out those teeth.”
While Erin’s mom, was hoping she could get this hamster shirt
in a newborn baby size.
Also, Erin and I shared some of our favorite Theo photo’s as profile pics.
Time with the Grandmas
Finally, here are some of our favorite Theo pic’s from the first 3 weeks.
Theo In Hand
A new Family
We’ve all survived baby Theo’s first week.
Dan gets an A+ for rocking at fatherhood — he can change diapers, navigate hospital bureaucracies, provide supplemental feedings, do all our dishes, and make sure mom gets extra sleep.
Theo gets a B+ — he’s an adorable little baby but he beat up his mom pretty bad on the way out, was small for gestational age and lost significant amounts of weight over the first couple of days — but he’s been gaining weight and starting to get the hang of things over the last several days.
My grade is decidedly the weakest — a gentleman’s C for still being alive (though Dan argues that surviving has required more than that and deserves a higher grade). I did spend an hour in the operating room under anesthesia after Theo’s birth for repairs after the delivery and then was readmitted five days after the birth for postpartum preeclampsia, which required being strapped to an IV that dumped magnesium sulfate into me for 24hours. Magnesium sulfate makes you feel awful — dizzy, pounding headache, nauseous, and unable to eat solid foods. But, on the plus side, I didn’t have a seizure.
I was re-discharged on Sunday and we are just starting to get into a routine at home. Today was our first day without a visit from a nurse and we celebrated by going to lunch at our neighborhood pub — and we even got there before 3PM.