Before Eli was born, I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect from motherhood, but I was pretty sure it was going to be bad — there would be the horrible childbirth and there would be this little goo-filled thing screaming all the time that would totally ruin my career.  But really, it has been great.  I was totally numb during childbirth, Eli laughs way, way more than he screams, and my career is just fine.  There is a lot of goo though.

What I did not expect was how much having a baby would force me to deal with the medical establishment.  Until the day I had a C-Section, absolutely nothing went wrong with my pregnancy, but various doctors still found reason to drag me in for inspection at least twenty-five times.  So then Eli was born and I was all “Yes! No more doctors.”  Ha.  Eli has already had five doctor’s appointments in his young life.  Most recently, our regular doctor decided his baby acne/eczema is beyond her skill level and sent us to a dermatologist.  But the dermatology practice she sent us to:  A COSMETIC SURGERY CLINIC.  While we were waiting, Eli got to learn about a procedure where he could stick his head in a box, get flashed with bright lights, and voila, increase his collagen level.  That particular doctor wants him to come back in a week.  I think not.  My super mommy senses tell me Eli is just fine.  And that it’s probably best to minimize his exposure to cosmetic surgery propaganda.

Anywho, on a totally unrelated note, the photo above was taken by my super-awesome photographer friend Leah.  You can see the rest of them at: http://leahc.smugmug.com/Children/Eli/.

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