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Greetings! I'm sipping coffee and mooning over the email telling me that my birthday present will be shipped today. Adam made me wait to order it until my actual birthday, so the fact that it's being shipped immediately thrills me. I'm actually getting another gadget; I'm getting the Nook Color e-reader for the self-indulgent awesomeness. I spend so much time sitting on the couch with a boob in Nora's mouth that I'm looking forward to sitting around reading all day. I love to read. I love the idea of not having to leave the house to get the books I want to read. See, I don't get out of the house much. Okay, at all, and I haven't read anything in months. It's torture.
My dad and step-mom spent a week here. Dad spent as much time as he could holding Nora. She adored sleeping on his lap. He didn't get a whole lot of time with her awake because she was her typical Angry Badger self and wouldn't put up with being awake and not suckling the boob.
Having my dad adore my daughter was nice. I was concerned that he'd be weird because of Mazzy, but he handled it rather well. I was proud of him.
Cheryl was her typical weird self. We barely saw her because she prefers to sleep and smoke. Neither of those activities require our attention. We couldn't even get her to sit through a movie with us! Whatever. She's a nice enough lady, but I think the depression is getting to her and she's spiraling out of control. I hope Dad can handle it. (This is where I remember that he's an adult and can make his own choices about his happiness.)
Mom is having bladder issues and will be going in for day surgery soon. After that she'll be making bi-weekly visits for some corrective treatment. She was kind of vague on the whole thing, focusing much of the discussion on her concerns about how she was going to get there. I know, I should jump up and volunteer to help her, but we have one car and an infant that we are a smidge too protective of, so my help isn't going to happen. I'm not going to offer up Adam, either. I want to stay married, thank you very much. I hope that she'll use this opportunity to help herself and come out of the experience more confident in her ability to take care of herself. Tough love can be so hard.
As for the rest of my world, the being stuck at home thing is starting to tear me down. Nora gets her first round of shots tomorrow and Adam has agreed that we can start going to the grocery store together this weekend. I know, exciting, but when you've spent eight weeks basically trapped in the house, the grocery store sounds exotic and thrilling. The heat has been so bad this summer that Nora and I haven't even been able to walk the neighborhood. I've literally been stuck in the house for weeks.
Nora is starting to come in to her own. She's still an Angry Badger who screams without warning, but she's got softer periods, now and it's sweet. We spend a lot of time staring at each other and I'm cool with that.
I'm still having issues breastfeeding. Ugh. Good things first: I've weaned off the shield and we've achieved a good latch (I think.) I'm proud of myself. I was never able to do that with Mazzy. *boastful dance goes here* Sure, it's a little thing, but breastfeeding doesn't come easy to me and having gotten something right makes me happy. My problem, now, is figuring out my forceful let-down, oversupply issue. I'm working around forceful letdown, but the oversupply thing is making the rest of the experience miserable. Nora's mostly getting foremilk and that means she's still eating once an hour only to be cranky and gassy between feedings. It's stressful. And, frankly, if I hear ONE MORE PERSON tell me she's "comfort sucking" I'll smack them across the face. Um, no. I know the difference. My NIPPLES know the difference.
Bah, but I don't want to get worked up about that right now. I'm watching my daughter stretch awake and I should rain kisses down on her cheeks and get my birthday snuggles out of her.
My dad and step-mom spent a week here. Dad spent as much time as he could holding Nora. She adored sleeping on his lap. He didn't get a whole lot of time with her awake because she was her typical Angry Badger self and wouldn't put up with being awake and not suckling the boob.
Having my dad adore my daughter was nice. I was concerned that he'd be weird because of Mazzy, but he handled it rather well. I was proud of him.
Cheryl was her typical weird self. We barely saw her because she prefers to sleep and smoke. Neither of those activities require our attention. We couldn't even get her to sit through a movie with us! Whatever. She's a nice enough lady, but I think the depression is getting to her and she's spiraling out of control. I hope Dad can handle it. (This is where I remember that he's an adult and can make his own choices about his happiness.)
Mom is having bladder issues and will be going in for day surgery soon. After that she'll be making bi-weekly visits for some corrective treatment. She was kind of vague on the whole thing, focusing much of the discussion on her concerns about how she was going to get there. I know, I should jump up and volunteer to help her, but we have one car and an infant that we are a smidge too protective of, so my help isn't going to happen. I'm not going to offer up Adam, either. I want to stay married, thank you very much. I hope that she'll use this opportunity to help herself and come out of the experience more confident in her ability to take care of herself. Tough love can be so hard.
As for the rest of my world, the being stuck at home thing is starting to tear me down. Nora gets her first round of shots tomorrow and Adam has agreed that we can start going to the grocery store together this weekend. I know, exciting, but when you've spent eight weeks basically trapped in the house, the grocery store sounds exotic and thrilling. The heat has been so bad this summer that Nora and I haven't even been able to walk the neighborhood. I've literally been stuck in the house for weeks.
Nora is starting to come in to her own. She's still an Angry Badger who screams without warning, but she's got softer periods, now and it's sweet. We spend a lot of time staring at each other and I'm cool with that.
I'm still having issues breastfeeding. Ugh. Good things first: I've weaned off the shield and we've achieved a good latch (I think.) I'm proud of myself. I was never able to do that with Mazzy. *boastful dance goes here* Sure, it's a little thing, but breastfeeding doesn't come easy to me and having gotten something right makes me happy. My problem, now, is figuring out my forceful let-down, oversupply issue. I'm working around forceful letdown, but the oversupply thing is making the rest of the experience miserable. Nora's mostly getting foremilk and that means she's still eating once an hour only to be cranky and gassy between feedings. It's stressful. And, frankly, if I hear ONE MORE PERSON tell me she's "comfort sucking" I'll smack them across the face. Um, no. I know the difference. My NIPPLES know the difference.
Bah, but I don't want to get worked up about that right now. I'm watching my daughter stretch awake and I should rain kisses down on her cheeks and get my birthday snuggles out of her.
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