Well, we made it through baby boot camp, scarred but surviving. And for all of our hard work we have a real live Sugarpie who behaves somewhat like the baby of my dreams. (In all of my pre-natal fantasizing, little Georgia could make a mean pot of coffee, but we’ll just have to let that one slide.)
Here we will tell harrowing tales of traveling-like-a-newborn, the 24 hour diner that is breastfeeding, and overreacting-like-a-brand-new-mom. (My child has a cold! WILL SHE SURVIVE?!!)
Anyway, stick around for some product testing, commiserating–I mean rejoicing (who DOESN’T love waking up EVERY NIGHT), and some wisdom-sharing (that would be you to me, not the other way around).
And just to get this out of the way, see below for what makes it all worthwhile.