No, I mean it! It really was! I thought I would have to continually recite my mantra in my head: I must not kill, I must not kill, I must not kill….but my MIL completely behaved herself, and even asked what we needed for the baby and plans to buy us diapers. I know. I’m just as shocked as you are. I swear, it’s true, though. Jumping Bean’s currently sleeping in his swing, the dishwasher’s running, the laundry’s half done, and I’m feeling good. Went to my grandparents’ house yesterday, and he got passed around and loved on, my cousins and aunts held him while I got to eat, and everyone said he looked like me. Which, of course, he does. How else could he be so good lookin’? I actually enjoyed myself! I hope everyone had a good Christmas!
“Where the Heart Is” with Natalie Portman? Well, I’ve seen the movie and read the book (of course) and although the book and movie differed in details, it was pretty close in essentials. In the movie, this girl has bad luck with 5’s. She gives examples of why and I’m not gonna go into that here, but yesterday, we were given change at Wal-Mart for $5.55. Just like the movie. WoooooOooooOOOo, scary! Not! But I found myself thinking about it, and how I’ve been waiting for the next shoe to drop for so long. Well, I’ve got my little miracle now, so maybe that’s over with. Yes, we’re still poor, yes, we’ve got problems like everyone else, but now I have what I wanted. I hope everyone else gets what they want this year as well. Merry Christmas!
P.S. The MIL is coming here with the stepson. We’ve decided to take it one day at a time and heavily supervise visitation and see where that gets us. Safety is still my numero uno concern, but I figure barring clubbing both of us with a baseball bat, the safety issue isn’t gonna get past us. I’ll just have to put my foot down with the MIL. She started already the night she came to the hospital. Fletcher was under the lights and I couldn’t hold him to calm him down, so I gave him a dum-dum. Which he can now take or leave, but it works for my purposes. She stated “You ain’t gonna use that thang all the time, are ya?” I (as politely as I could, which for me is saying something) explained that sucking soothes, and since I can’t soothe him, he gets a dum-dum. *reining temper in harshly, since I’m hormonal and bone tired* I was too tired to throw anything at her, like I said before. If she starts on Christmas, I swear I’ll ruin her holiday.
in her old clothes today!!! Ok, well, not completely, they’re my fat jeans, but they button, dammit! And I can sit in them! Not comfortable, but not completely uncomfortable, either. Fletcher only woke up every 3.5 hours on the button last night, and I’m feeling like I need to give the grizzly bears a salad fork. (Check out my sister’s blog , on the right, the one about “Fur”-niture for clarification on this reference.) Sleep is good for you. I’m discovering just how good for you as we speak. Well, need to let the dogs in and fold laundry. What a downer to such a glorious morning, eh?
Hello, world! Party can start, I’m here!! Although, I gotta tell ya, I have NOT received a very warm welcome. My booty keeps getting wiped, which is cold, they stick stuff in my booty, I had to wear shades under these bright lights, they kept pricking my heel when a little guy was trying to get some sleep, oh yeah, the first thing they did was pull me out with a great big head sucker, which made me hurt, and THEN they hurt my pee-pee. I don’t know what they did down there, but OUCH!! (Don’t worry, I got ‘em all back. I can hit a moving target at 20 paces, hurt or no hurt!) Things seemed to have calmed down a little bit, though. See, it’s pretty cool that all I gotta do is suck on my hands and make some noise, and guess what!!! You never will, soooo I’ll tell you. I get milk! Glorious milk! I likey me some milk. I’ll take all you can ever or will ever give me. I’ll warn you though, I might try to give some back. Mommy doesn’t seem to like it when I do it, but usually I get more milk, so no harm done, the way I see it. So, who is this Mommy person? She seems to be around an awful lot. She’s the one who shows up a few minutes before the milk does. I wonder if she’s some kind of milk jug? Daddy’s here too, but I think he’s here just to kiss me and give me back my dum-dum, carry me around, and do that booty wiping thing once in awhile. I’m trying to sleep as much as I can, so I can grow big and strong like Daddy. Mommy says she appreciates this very much as she’s trying to recover, but I don’t know what she thinks she’s recovering from, compared to the week I’ve had! Well, it’s time to summon Mommy again, but don’t worry, she leaves her laptop laying around a lot. I’m sure I’ll talk to you again! Bye! (Apparently there’s something I’m supposed to learn to do when I say bye-bye, but I haven’t figured it out yet. Don’t worry, I will!)
And so we’re bickering. I feel bad cause I know how hard he’s worked and that he’s gotten almost no rest. Yesterday was the only day he got any rest. I may sleep in the living room with the baby tonight so he can sleep. I’m not supposed to be driving or picking up anything heavier than the baby, but I can help him out here more. So I will. Right after I get some sleep.
My husband brought me breakfast in bed yesterday morning.
I’ve lost 19lbs in 6 days.
My baby is the most beautiful baby ever.
He is also a Boobie Pig. Quite skillful for only being 6 days old. (And yes, he snorts. It’s hysterical.)
My entire family dotes on him!
I didn’t kill my MIL. (Although, the jury’s still out. May have to reserve punishment for later.)
That is all.
Well, he was a bit jaundiced when we left for home, but everyone assured me that he didn’t look abnormally so. Yeah. Let me know how that works for ya. Anyway, our first trip to the pediatrician went well, everyone fawns over him, so they’re like, my favorite people. His bili level was up, so we had to return to the hospital and he got his first suntan. Just overnight, which is extremely short, compared to some stories I’ve heard. The levels are coming down steadily, so the ped released him tonight. I was by myself all day, but Mom stayed with me last night, thank God. My husband felt so bad about going back to work, but like I told him, we gotta have a house to come home to, so he’s doing just what he should. He couldn’t do anything if he was there anyway, at least I was feeding him! Oh, yeah, does anyone know if breastmilk is supposed to look like it has butter on top of it when it comes out of the fridge? That’s what mine looked like tonight. Murrrmmmm. Anyway, we’re home now, and I’m so tired, I’m surprised I’m able to put words together that sound like the English language. Going to bed, after feeding the offspring. Oh, and the MIL’s first visit ended without bloodshed, but probably only because I was too tired to throw anything at her. Hmmmm. More on that later.
Sorry for the radio silence, but I’ve been a bit busy, as you see!! This is him!! He’s gorgeous, (best lookin’ baby ever, but I suppose I could be biased) and perfect, don’t you think? He’s got strawberry blond hair, my nose, and YCU’s ears. He’s already figured out the nursing thing, too, for which I told his daddy that he was definitely his child. I went to the doctor Tuesday Dec 8th, and my bp was up, I was swollen, everything hurt, and hard as I was trying not to whine, I did it anyway. So my wonderful amazing doctor called the delivery floor and told them I was coming. He was OP the whole time, (you medicos will know what that means), and so I pushed and pushed and she still had to use the vacuum. His little head’s all bruised, and I had to have an episiotomy, so my business end’s not feeling the best. Dr M said that most people who’s babies are OP end up with c-sections, but that I was just an amazing pusher. I don’t know about all that, but hey, I’ll take it! So, admire and be sure to compliment and fawn to the hilt, or else!
Well, there’s still a belly to watch, and I’m still contracting. No more oozing. I spotted a little bit last night, but I’m sure that’s from where the nurse (who happened to be my 1st preceptor ever and has been doing OB nursing for longer than I’ve been on the planet) checked me yesterday. He’s dropped, I can tell cause I can breathe! He’s moving a lot. I’ve had my feet up all day except for meals and laundry (which I have to do or I’ll arrive at work or the hospital VERY cold due to being VERY nekkid) so my cankles don’t look so bad today. Trying to stay hydrated and fed, and finding something to watch on tv. YCU recently nixed the movie channels in our cable plan, so I’m now beginning to realize what people mean when they say they have 200 channels and nothing’s on. Most of those channels are sports, children’s, or CNN related. Sports? Isn’t that where they throw a ball a lot and get injured? Children’s? Well, I figure I’ll have plenty of time for that. CNN? Why, so my anxiety level will just increase? Whatever. I did get some thank-you notes written today, and have been web surfing and reading. YCU is asleep, see, and my car is still at work, so I guess I’m stranded, for now. However, he’s off Monday, so I guess I’ll go get it then.
My child is moving around an awful lot. Wonder if he really is making his bid for freedom soon?
Well, went to the dr’s today, and I’m 36 weeks, 5 days, 2cm and 70%. Actually, she said I was closer to 3, but definitely 2. So. I might not make it to Christmas Eve. Ok. *worriedsigh* I’m in dire mortal fear of what we in the US call ‘Wimpy White Male syndrome’. I just want him to be healthy and breathe on his own and adapt to outside life normally. GBS Negative, trace of protein still. He measures perfectly, and dear God, but he’s running out of room! I’ve been contracting off and on today, I imagine it’s probably from her checking me. Going to bed early, and working tomorrow. Oh, and I’m definitely in the ‘everything hurts’ stage.
Spent yesterday in the ER. My husband drank a frozen coffee drink and got a huge brain freeze. Little did I know, that can dilate your esophagus and tickle your heart muscles into some weird arrhythmia. By 1100 AM, his fingertips were cold and he felt lightheaded. So he wasn’t perfusing like he should, and was probably in a-fib. Great. He took his meds and we went to the ER. He’s on a beta-blocker, a calcium channel blocker, and an ace inhibitor. Naturally, by the time he got to the ER, whatever arrhythmia he had had resolved itself. But they had to draw his blood anyway, and do an EKG and chest x-ray. I told him that he scared the hell out of his highly neurotic wife, and please not to do that again!
