I find my own baby absolutely adorable but 90% of the other babies I see? not so much.
Sometimes when I pick up M from daycare I don't immediately recognize which kid is mine.
I am sad to think about weaning M as I will really miss the amazing intimacy we share. I have never had that with someone before and know I never will again. The more she learns to walk and be independent, the more she moves away from that intimacy, and it makes me sad. Although I guess it is good that my immediate reaction when she does something new is excitement. Later, when I am holding her sleeping in my arms before putting her in her crib for the night, I hold my face very close to hers, feel her breath on my face, and feel very nostalgic.
M knows the word "shoe". She is so my daughter.
I have been pumping extra milk for my sister's new baby. I am very, very tired of doing it. In fact, I am really tired of the whole pumping thing. I loved the christmas trip to visit family as I didn't pump at all. But my sister is so grateful that I feel guilty for wanting to stop. One more month... and then my last couple of months of nursing M will be just for M.
The last couple of evenings I have found myself watching MTV's "Teen Moms 2". It is like a bad car accident that I can't look away from... Tears well up in my eyes for some of those little babies. It is just so unfair how the chance of who your parents are determines so much of your life.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Monday, November 14, 2011
no respite
This morning M had had enough of her play-yard and wanted to be held. We had just survived a meltdown in the highchair -- she has decided that solid food sucks and the tray on the highchair shouldn't be there. I ended up picking her up and nursing her instead. This meant no breakfast for me since I can't prepare food and nurse at the same time with a 22 pound baby. But that's ok, I can deal.
I was hanging in there, but those meltdowns are really tough on the nerves. And she'd had a few last night too. And we got up three times last night to nurse. But I was hanging in there. I honestly can't remember the last time I slept more than 3.5 hours in a row, since I didn't sleep well when I was pregnant either.
Then I really had to go to the toilet. So I managed to hold her on my lap. Then the phone rang. So I rang to the phone with my pants around my knees while holding M. Dh calling from the field, saying that he was going to go to bed early. (no comment)
I had a meeting at 9am, which is always a bad idea. As soon as I have to be somewhere that is when the shit hits the fan, almost literally every time. Clingy baby, uncooperative cat, every red light along the way, and of course, a poo-poo blow-out by the time we reach day care.
And why is it that I have so much stuff to carry around everywhere I go? Between the pumping supplies, milk, diaper bag, and computer jump drive, I carry three bags plus the baby-in-car-seat every morning when I leave the house. And this morning I also had the dirty diapers for the garbage and a bunch of new diapers for the day care supply. Some days I wish we could go back to nomadic hunter-gatherer times. So much less gear to carry everywhere.
We get into the car and all is fine on the way to school, except that we are already 30 minutes late for my meeting and I hit every single red light.
We arrive. I pick her up and carry her in. And of course, there is poo all over her pants. This is like the third time in a row this has happened on the way to daycare. Maybe I should just skip putting her in pants, but then what would catch the poo-overflow?
I made it to my meeting at 10:07am, as the last person was locking the door behind them.
I am so tired that I physically kind of ache. How many more weeks before Dh gets home? And then how long before he can mesh back into daily life and be helpful? Too many to be thinking like this.
Mads crawls these days, and as of yesterday she crawls fast. So amazing and so freaking cute, I love it. But the level of needed supervision just increased 10-fold. My clever little gorilla baby... 8 months old today! And honestly, I wouldn't change a thing. This is the happiest I've ever been in my life, but that doesn't mean it's easy.
My hat is off to all the single moms out there. I really don't know how you do it with a smile. It's hard, and I am finding that I have to catch myself a couple of times a day from getting really frustrated. Breathe deeply.
I was hanging in there, but those meltdowns are really tough on the nerves. And she'd had a few last night too. And we got up three times last night to nurse. But I was hanging in there. I honestly can't remember the last time I slept more than 3.5 hours in a row, since I didn't sleep well when I was pregnant either.
Then I really had to go to the toilet. So I managed to hold her on my lap. Then the phone rang. So I rang to the phone with my pants around my knees while holding M. Dh calling from the field, saying that he was going to go to bed early. (no comment)
I had a meeting at 9am, which is always a bad idea. As soon as I have to be somewhere that is when the shit hits the fan, almost literally every time. Clingy baby, uncooperative cat, every red light along the way, and of course, a poo-poo blow-out by the time we reach day care.
And why is it that I have so much stuff to carry around everywhere I go? Between the pumping supplies, milk, diaper bag, and computer jump drive, I carry three bags plus the baby-in-car-seat every morning when I leave the house. And this morning I also had the dirty diapers for the garbage and a bunch of new diapers for the day care supply. Some days I wish we could go back to nomadic hunter-gatherer times. So much less gear to carry everywhere.
We get into the car and all is fine on the way to school, except that we are already 30 minutes late for my meeting and I hit every single red light.
We arrive. I pick her up and carry her in. And of course, there is poo all over her pants. This is like the third time in a row this has happened on the way to daycare. Maybe I should just skip putting her in pants, but then what would catch the poo-overflow?
I made it to my meeting at 10:07am, as the last person was locking the door behind them.
I am so tired that I physically kind of ache. How many more weeks before Dh gets home? And then how long before he can mesh back into daily life and be helpful? Too many to be thinking like this.
Mads crawls these days, and as of yesterday she crawls fast. So amazing and so freaking cute, I love it. But the level of needed supervision just increased 10-fold. My clever little gorilla baby... 8 months old today! And honestly, I wouldn't change a thing. This is the happiest I've ever been in my life, but that doesn't mean it's easy.
My hat is off to all the single moms out there. I really don't know how you do it with a smile. It's hard, and I am finding that I have to catch myself a couple of times a day from getting really frustrated. Breathe deeply.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
why?
First off, where does time go? I kept thinking that I needed to post and catch up on my blog reading, but it wasn't until I got those sweet "what the heck happened to you?" cooments that it dawned on me just how long it has been... thank you all for checking in on me!
Life is good but busy, and busy good not busy bad. M and I have been on several adventures. We flew to DC and then Nashville to visit family. Which begs my first "why" question.
Why do some airlines not have changing tables in their bathrooms? We were on 2 United Airlines flights and it totally sucked, not to mention seems pretty dangerous. And M wasn't the only baby on either flight.
Why # 2... why did the grad student who I have kicked out if my lab as of December ask me for a letter of recommendation for a fellowship application? Just goes to show how stupid he is...
Why # 3... why did the kind lady in the YMCA dressing room who offered to hold M while I changed out of my wet bathing suit (we went to our first swim class!) not finish putting on her shirt before taking her from me? M was all kinds of confused about why she couldn't try the new milk source... weird I tell you. But I was really grateful for the help. The logistics of swim class almost overwhelm the fun of swim class. BTW, do you really think that baby swim diapers actually do any good or is it just a charade? seems sketchy to me.
Why # 4... when nursing in public, and only in public, why does M like to hold onto my shirt and straighten out her arm, therby raising my shirt the full length of her arm and exposing all of my bosom? The only time I didn't mind was when the guy sitting beside me on one of those plane trips was kind of a jerk and I could tell the nursing made him really really uncomfortable. So we nursed a lot on that flight... :)
Why # 5... Dh is out of town for 3 months. I hate to say this out loud, as I do really miss him, but why does it seem like things are in many ways easier without him around?
Love, inB
Life is good but busy, and busy good not busy bad. M and I have been on several adventures. We flew to DC and then Nashville to visit family. Which begs my first "why" question.
Why do some airlines not have changing tables in their bathrooms? We were on 2 United Airlines flights and it totally sucked, not to mention seems pretty dangerous. And M wasn't the only baby on either flight.
Why # 2... why did the grad student who I have kicked out if my lab as of December ask me for a letter of recommendation for a fellowship application? Just goes to show how stupid he is...
Why # 3... why did the kind lady in the YMCA dressing room who offered to hold M while I changed out of my wet bathing suit (we went to our first swim class!) not finish putting on her shirt before taking her from me? M was all kinds of confused about why she couldn't try the new milk source... weird I tell you. But I was really grateful for the help. The logistics of swim class almost overwhelm the fun of swim class. BTW, do you really think that baby swim diapers actually do any good or is it just a charade? seems sketchy to me.
Why # 4... when nursing in public, and only in public, why does M like to hold onto my shirt and straighten out her arm, therby raising my shirt the full length of her arm and exposing all of my bosom? The only time I didn't mind was when the guy sitting beside me on one of those plane trips was kind of a jerk and I could tell the nursing made him really really uncomfortable. So we nursed a lot on that flight... :)
Why # 5... Dh is out of town for 3 months. I hate to say this out loud, as I do really miss him, but why does it seem like things are in many ways easier without him around?
Love, inB
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
coked up baby
When Mads and I got home this afternoon she was tired and went for a nap. I was tired and hungry and went for a snack. Yummy humus, oh, and there was a lone can of coca.cola hiding in the back corner of the fridge left over from a party we had in May. It looked so good and sounded like a perfect match with the humus, and I knew the sugar/caffeine boost would be a nice mood boost.
This evening my child was getting nicely tired, had a good bath, all was looking set for another easy bed time. Until she nursed. And then she couldn't relax enough to go to sleep. About an hour into the won't-go-to-sleep thing it dawns on me...
This is why I don't like to keep soda in the house. I can't be trusted to think it through.
This evening my child was getting nicely tired, had a good bath, all was looking set for another easy bed time. Until she nursed. And then she couldn't relax enough to go to sleep. About an hour into the won't-go-to-sleep thing it dawns on me...
This is why I don't like to keep soda in the house. I can't be trusted to think it through.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Reflections on the trip back home
1) I am very grateful that I am older and more comfortable with my life choices. By the time I left I had had about enough of the sideways comments from my mom about breastfeeding (she actually told several people that I missed my calling as a wet nurse, in front of me; talk about awkward). I had also had about enough of people implying that I was torturing my baby by not letting her eat anything but milk. Luckily my parents' friends are much more supportive of breast feeding than my mom is so there were some supportive conversations, and ones that they initiated in front of her. Oh, and I was getting really tired of not having a chair to sit in in my room. It is really hard to nurse hunched over on the edge of the bed six times a day.
2) My sister. Oh my sister. She is amazing. I don't think I've shared much of her story here so let me give you some background. She had her son when she was 29 and at 31 started trying for a second baby. That was 12 years ago. She has been through more infertility treatments than I could keep track of. We stopped talking about it for a long time because she wanted our relationship to be an escape from all of that. So I never asked, she just told me things when she wanted me to know. And she called me a couple of months ago to tell me that their third surrogate is pregnant! She was SO nervous about telling my parents. Neither of us was sure what their reaction to the surrogacy thing would be. Let me tell you, my sister made the announcement in the most eloquent way that it would have been impossible for someone to not be excited and happy for them. I was really really impressed. And can I tell you that she is *glowing*! I think the pregnant lady glow is more from happiness than pregnancy hormones.
3) Mads did not realize that adults prefer babies that sleep on planes. Needless to say, she did not make many friends on the plane ride there. And then she totally lost it on the drive to my parents' house from the airport (which is about 2.5 hours). Luckily it was just family in the car... The flight home had all the makings for a nightmare. The flight was delayed about 4 hours and we were stuck at the gate just the two of us. But Mads was happy to watch all the people and to play with me. There was a little nursing nook in the bathroom right near our gate so feeding her wasn't awkward. And when we got on the plane she fell right to sleep. BUT THEN... 100 french teenagers on a school trip got on and sat all around us. They were all simultaneously shouting and talking and, of course, Mads woke up and wanted to know what was going on. This was now an hour past her bed time so she was pretty tired. We sat on the tarmac for another hour listening to the french teenagers. Me trying to keep Mads from getting too crazy. Luckily, once the plane took off the lights went out and all of them (the french teenagers and my baby) slept for the entire flight. BTW, if you can afford it I strongly recommend getting a separate seat for the baby. It would have been a nightmare having her in my lap the whole time (it was a 5 hours flight).
4) It is wonderful to be home.
5) My husband has been out of town since right before we left for my parents house and he won't be back until the 19th of August. I have even more respect and awe for you single moms out there. It is really hard always being the one on call and I haven't been doing it for all that long. Dh isn't even that involved of a dad; I do about 95% of the childcare. But having that fall-back for the 5% really does make a big difference. You all are AMAZING.
2) My sister. Oh my sister. She is amazing. I don't think I've shared much of her story here so let me give you some background. She had her son when she was 29 and at 31 started trying for a second baby. That was 12 years ago. She has been through more infertility treatments than I could keep track of. We stopped talking about it for a long time because she wanted our relationship to be an escape from all of that. So I never asked, she just told me things when she wanted me to know. And she called me a couple of months ago to tell me that their third surrogate is pregnant! She was SO nervous about telling my parents. Neither of us was sure what their reaction to the surrogacy thing would be. Let me tell you, my sister made the announcement in the most eloquent way that it would have been impossible for someone to not be excited and happy for them. I was really really impressed. And can I tell you that she is *glowing*! I think the pregnant lady glow is more from happiness than pregnancy hormones.
3) Mads did not realize that adults prefer babies that sleep on planes. Needless to say, she did not make many friends on the plane ride there. And then she totally lost it on the drive to my parents' house from the airport (which is about 2.5 hours). Luckily it was just family in the car... The flight home had all the makings for a nightmare. The flight was delayed about 4 hours and we were stuck at the gate just the two of us. But Mads was happy to watch all the people and to play with me. There was a little nursing nook in the bathroom right near our gate so feeding her wasn't awkward. And when we got on the plane she fell right to sleep. BUT THEN... 100 french teenagers on a school trip got on and sat all around us. They were all simultaneously shouting and talking and, of course, Mads woke up and wanted to know what was going on. This was now an hour past her bed time so she was pretty tired. We sat on the tarmac for another hour listening to the french teenagers. Me trying to keep Mads from getting too crazy. Luckily, once the plane took off the lights went out and all of them (the french teenagers and my baby) slept for the entire flight. BTW, if you can afford it I strongly recommend getting a separate seat for the baby. It would have been a nightmare having her in my lap the whole time (it was a 5 hours flight).
4) It is wonderful to be home.
5) My husband has been out of town since right before we left for my parents house and he won't be back until the 19th of August. I have even more respect and awe for you single moms out there. It is really hard always being the one on call and I haven't been doing it for all that long. Dh isn't even that involved of a dad; I do about 95% of the childcare. But having that fall-back for the 5% really does make a big difference. You all are AMAZING.
Friday, July 8, 2011
madonna and child
I always envisioned nursing as this sweet tender time between mother and baby. Don't get me wrong, I get those sometimes, like at 4:30am when Maddy is half asleep. But the vast majority of the time I am nursing a wild animal. We are talking crazy-eyed shark-attack latching, squirms, kicks, back arches, at least one flailing arm that now grabs quite effectively, and a number of shrieks and squeels. Most of the time these are happy kinds of activities, like she's celebrating her good fortune. But sometimes you'd think I was torturing the child.
Animal instincts seem to be quite well expressed in my baby.
I am still happy about breastfeeding, don't get me wrong, but I am wondering if this is usual or if indeed my child is more wild animal than human baby.
Animal instincts seem to be quite well expressed in my baby.
I am still happy about breastfeeding, don't get me wrong, but I am wondering if this is usual or if indeed my child is more wild animal than human baby.
Monday, June 6, 2011
When the baby is sleeping
When the baby is taking a nap, do you find that you are so unsure as to whether or not it will be a long one or a short one that you end up not being very productive during it?
I am afraid to start something that will take more than 5 minutes, otherwise I will likely have to leave it undone for who knows how long.
So I don't...
take a shower
exercise
really organize my desk
start doing school work
I wish I could be more productive. Maybe when Mads has a more reliable schedule. For now all we do is nurse, play a little, nurse, hold her while she snoozes, try the crib, leave her in her crib for a little while or a long time (hard to know which it will be), rinse and repeat. I love this time-irrelevant baby world, but it does make me feel resentful towards work when I have to get yanked out to do grown-up things.
And I really probably should shower more. I definitely ought to exercise more.
I am afraid to start something that will take more than 5 minutes, otherwise I will likely have to leave it undone for who knows how long.
So I don't...
take a shower
exercise
really organize my desk
start doing school work
I wish I could be more productive. Maybe when Mads has a more reliable schedule. For now all we do is nurse, play a little, nurse, hold her while she snoozes, try the crib, leave her in her crib for a little while or a long time (hard to know which it will be), rinse and repeat. I love this time-irrelevant baby world, but it does make me feel resentful towards work when I have to get yanked out to do grown-up things.
And I really probably should shower more. I definitely ought to exercise more.
Monday, April 25, 2011
victory dance
something wonderful: The Easter bunny brought me a baby that slept for 7.5 hours straight on Saturday night. It was as if she heard me finally admitting that the no-sleep thing was really getting to me & didn't want it to seem like she's not the perfect baby... I kept waking up to make sure she was still breathing; it kinda freaked me out. But tonight it looks as though that was a one-off fluke.
somthing sucky: M likes to do a kind of victory dance when she's starting to get satiated during nursing. This dance includes jerking her head back very quickly with my nipple in her mouth. It hurts, a lot. Is it possible for a baby to rip off a nipple?
something philosophica/observationall: A one hour nap during the day is not the same as an extra hour of sleep at night.
somthing sucky: M likes to do a kind of victory dance when she's starting to get satiated during nursing. This dance includes jerking her head back very quickly with my nipple in her mouth. It hurts, a lot. Is it possible for a baby to rip off a nipple?
something philosophica/observationall: A one hour nap during the day is not the same as an extra hour of sleep at night.
Monday, April 18, 2011
5 weeks: updates
I survived the trip to my mother-in-law's. It wasn't anywhere near as bad logistically as I feared, in no small part because my MIL was much more laid back due to her grief. It was a very sad trip, but little M was the one thing that gave everyone some hope and a reason to face forward.
And little M did great on such a long car trip. We spent two nights along the road to get there and again driving back. So it was a long trip but if we had tried to do it faster M would have driven us and herself completely mad. And it was nice to also get in a quick visit with my great aunt. She was so psyched about M.
M has only been sleeping 2-3 hours a stretch for the last 4 weeks. The times when she wakes and snacks and goes back to sleep within 30 minutes aren't too bad. It is the times when she has a hard time getting back to sleep that are the killer for me. She will fuss and fuss and get herself all worked up. I manage to get her back to sleep about 1.5 hours later but that mans that she wakes up 30-45 minutes later hungry again. I, a former insomniac, has developed quite a talent for falling back asleep at the drop of a hat. Although, I read somewhere that breast feeding hormones help with falling asleep again quickly. Not sure there is any truth to that as I would guess that just about anyone who hadn't slept for more than 2.5 hours in a row for the last 5-6 weeks would fall asleep virtually instantaneously too.
Saturday was the first day I felt kind of bad. Adrenaline had me going really well but I think the sleep deprivation is starting to get to me. I was in a bad mood all day and really needed a break from M. Honestly, I really needed the glass of wine I drank. M has been in kind of a bad mood for a few days now. She isn't colicky at all, but just kind of hard to please.
The lack of interaction is starting to get to me. I was feeling lots of good vibes from the fact that I had managed to keep her alive and feed her so that she is gaining weight like a summo wrestler (10.9 pounds on Friday, yowza). But that is starting to not be enough feedback. I could really use a smile.
Today I am feeling quite a bit better, in no small part due to three things that happened on Sunday:
1) I bought a couple of nursing bras that actually fit properly. It was really starting to get to me to always be so aware of my large, heavy and still somewhat painful breasts all the freaking time.
2) I bought a shirt that is really cute, big enough to cover my breasts, styled appropriately to draw attention away from their girth, and long enough to cover the top of the maternity pants I am still wearing. I am feeling very gross these days; I needed the wardrobe boost.
3) Dh decided he was going to lose it if he couldn't get a good night's sleep so he and the cat moved to the guest bedroom last night. M and I set up shop in my bed which seems to have resulted in a better night's sleep for all four of us. M only woke up twice and went back to sleep quickly. Funny thing though is that I have started to dream about nursing her, so sometimes I am not sure if I did or didn't...
And little M did great on such a long car trip. We spent two nights along the road to get there and again driving back. So it was a long trip but if we had tried to do it faster M would have driven us and herself completely mad. And it was nice to also get in a quick visit with my great aunt. She was so psyched about M.
M has only been sleeping 2-3 hours a stretch for the last 4 weeks. The times when she wakes and snacks and goes back to sleep within 30 minutes aren't too bad. It is the times when she has a hard time getting back to sleep that are the killer for me. She will fuss and fuss and get herself all worked up. I manage to get her back to sleep about 1.5 hours later but that mans that she wakes up 30-45 minutes later hungry again. I, a former insomniac, has developed quite a talent for falling back asleep at the drop of a hat. Although, I read somewhere that breast feeding hormones help with falling asleep again quickly. Not sure there is any truth to that as I would guess that just about anyone who hadn't slept for more than 2.5 hours in a row for the last 5-6 weeks would fall asleep virtually instantaneously too.
Saturday was the first day I felt kind of bad. Adrenaline had me going really well but I think the sleep deprivation is starting to get to me. I was in a bad mood all day and really needed a break from M. Honestly, I really needed the glass of wine I drank. M has been in kind of a bad mood for a few days now. She isn't colicky at all, but just kind of hard to please.
The lack of interaction is starting to get to me. I was feeling lots of good vibes from the fact that I had managed to keep her alive and feed her so that she is gaining weight like a summo wrestler (10.9 pounds on Friday, yowza). But that is starting to not be enough feedback. I could really use a smile.
Today I am feeling quite a bit better, in no small part due to three things that happened on Sunday:
1) I bought a couple of nursing bras that actually fit properly. It was really starting to get to me to always be so aware of my large, heavy and still somewhat painful breasts all the freaking time.
2) I bought a shirt that is really cute, big enough to cover my breasts, styled appropriately to draw attention away from their girth, and long enough to cover the top of the maternity pants I am still wearing. I am feeling very gross these days; I needed the wardrobe boost.
3) Dh decided he was going to lose it if he couldn't get a good night's sleep so he and the cat moved to the guest bedroom last night. M and I set up shop in my bed which seems to have resulted in a better night's sleep for all four of us. M only woke up twice and went back to sleep quickly. Funny thing though is that I have started to dream about nursing her, so sometimes I am not sure if I did or didn't...
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Inappropriate thoughts
1) When my baby nurses it sounds like the audio to a porno flick with all the moaning, sucking, and heavy breathing. Dh and I look at each other and laugh every time.
2) My baby has developed a sad case of baby acne. Sometimes I can't help but think it detracts from her cuteness, but then the next minute I look at her she looks angelic and sweet and I feel really guilty for thinking momentarily that she wasn't cute.
3) When I bend over to wrap my hair in a towel after showering my breasts drip milk, seriously drip milk, and I feel like a cow. A cow with really big boobs.
4) I can't help but worry that I will never lose the last 15 pounds of my pregnancy weight even though I know it takes time. Patience is not one of my virtues and I am really tired of wearing my two pairs of pregnancy pants. It is bad enough that I won't be able to wear any of my pre-pregnancy shirts until I stop breast feeding. You'd think I could at least get a break and get to wear my pre-pregnancy pants sometime soon. (I feel like a big baby writing that, but I can't help feeling it.)
5) I seriously want to have sex again. Do we really need to wait the full 6 weeks after delivery or have some of you "cheated" and done it earlier? What are the implications? I haven't had sex in almost an entire freaking year, since I didn't get to get pregnant the old fashioned way and then we were way too worried about losing the baby to do anything while I was pregnant. I hate to admit this, but it I really need to get it off of my chest by confessing.
2) My baby has developed a sad case of baby acne. Sometimes I can't help but think it detracts from her cuteness, but then the next minute I look at her she looks angelic and sweet and I feel really guilty for thinking momentarily that she wasn't cute.
3) When I bend over to wrap my hair in a towel after showering my breasts drip milk, seriously drip milk, and I feel like a cow. A cow with really big boobs.
4) I can't help but worry that I will never lose the last 15 pounds of my pregnancy weight even though I know it takes time. Patience is not one of my virtues and I am really tired of wearing my two pairs of pregnancy pants. It is bad enough that I won't be able to wear any of my pre-pregnancy shirts until I stop breast feeding. You'd think I could at least get a break and get to wear my pre-pregnancy pants sometime soon. (I feel like a big baby writing that, but I can't help feeling it.)
5) I seriously want to have sex again. Do we really need to wait the full 6 weeks after delivery or have some of you "cheated" and done it earlier? What are the implications? I haven't had sex in almost an entire freaking year, since I didn't get to get pregnant the old fashioned way and then we were way too worried about losing the baby to do anything while I was pregnant. I hate to admit this, but it I really need to get it off of my chest by confessing.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Have you ever noticed that...
Women can accomplish other things while holding a baby but men can't (i.e., laundry, make lunch)?
Babies always wake up and fuss exactly when you sit down to eat?
A brand of the apron-like things you can buy to provide some privacy when you nurse in public is called "hooter hiders"? I kid you not.
Whenever I go through some experience that should win me lots of compassion and baby-ing, my Dh always one-ups me so that I have to suck it up and baby him instead?
My FIL passed away last Tuesday. We are driving down to be with Dh's mom. M is being really good, for a three week old. Because MIL hates when people spend money we can't stay in a hotel when we get there but rather had to pack sleeping bags and towels and all the baby things I thought we might need for a week so that we can stay in one of the empty trailers in this little mobile home community they live in. And I have to stock the kitchen and cook for a week. I have no idea what to expect in terms of cleaning. There really is a price for convenience and ease, which I would gladly pay given little M's age and my inexperience as a mom. But the woman's husband just died, so her dislike of our spending money on "convenience" trumps my new baby.
Oh, and Dh hurt his back getting M's carseat in the car the other day so I have to lift and carry everything, including the baby.
It is going to be a great week, but at least I have a hooter hider to make me laugh while all the old people scowl at me for nursing in public.
Babies always wake up and fuss exactly when you sit down to eat?
A brand of the apron-like things you can buy to provide some privacy when you nurse in public is called "hooter hiders"? I kid you not.
Whenever I go through some experience that should win me lots of compassion and baby-ing, my Dh always one-ups me so that I have to suck it up and baby him instead?
My FIL passed away last Tuesday. We are driving down to be with Dh's mom. M is being really good, for a three week old. Because MIL hates when people spend money we can't stay in a hotel when we get there but rather had to pack sleeping bags and towels and all the baby things I thought we might need for a week so that we can stay in one of the empty trailers in this little mobile home community they live in. And I have to stock the kitchen and cook for a week. I have no idea what to expect in terms of cleaning. There really is a price for convenience and ease, which I would gladly pay given little M's age and my inexperience as a mom. But the woman's husband just died, so her dislike of our spending money on "convenience" trumps my new baby.
Oh, and Dh hurt his back getting M's carseat in the car the other day so I have to lift and carry everything, including the baby.
It is going to be a great week, but at least I have a hooter hider to make me laugh while all the old people scowl at me for nursing in public.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Quick question -- need some advice
Ok, this is probably a minor thing but it has my focus right now so I can't get it out of my head.
I ordered a glider that I love back in early January. It was supposed to be delivered early to mid february but I just found out that the earliest it will arrive is mid to late March.
I can cancel the order, but it will be hard at this point to find a new chair I like that I don't have to order, that I can just bring home with me.
If I wait to get the chair I already ordered, that means that the nursery isn't finished and I won't have a good place to nurse until 2-4 weeks after little M is born.
What would you do -- just wait for the chair or go find something else? For those of you with newborns, do you find that having a nice place to nurse is really important at this stage?
Thank you!
I ordered a glider that I love back in early January. It was supposed to be delivered early to mid february but I just found out that the earliest it will arrive is mid to late March.
I can cancel the order, but it will be hard at this point to find a new chair I like that I don't have to order, that I can just bring home with me.
If I wait to get the chair I already ordered, that means that the nursery isn't finished and I won't have a good place to nurse until 2-4 weeks after little M is born.
What would you do -- just wait for the chair or go find something else? For those of you with newborns, do you find that having a nice place to nurse is really important at this stage?
Thank you!
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