At my husband. In my defense, he was talking to me like I was stupid, but I should have let it go. *sigh* He wasn’t listening and I kept having to repeat myself. Sooooo irritating. He also kept interrupting me when I was trying to explain what I’d done. I just said ‘It’s ok, honey, I didn’t need to finish that sentence. Go ahead.’ whilst gritting my teeth and flaring my nose. (Just so you know, that wasn’t the part where I snapped at him. It was loud and un-repeatable.) Yeah, imagine a big, pissed off bull. That was me. He tried to antagonize me, and I wasn’t in the mood. I’d been baby-wrestling all day, to his (the baby’s) general mal-content, and just didn’t need that. I needed a break. I did apologize.

I’ve figured a couple of things out. Maybe. Like that he likes to be bundled up and warm. He likes his dum-dum, but if he spits it out more than twice in rapid succession, he wants the real thing. He likes to be held to go to sleep (don’t know how to worm my way out of that one yet). He nurses one side, burps, rests a minute, then nurses the other side. I pumped 2 bottles full this morning. Yeah! I know! And still had enough to satisfy his little Highness! Huh. Who knew? I need to drink a lot. My skin is getting dry. Partly hormones, partly him sucking the moisture out, literally. Oil of Olay, anyone? Anyway, his left eye is getting sort of gummy and crusty with this yellow stuff. Now, the sclera is still white, so I know it’s not conjuntivitis (pinkeye), but I’m wondering if maybe it’s a clogged duct or something? I’ve got a pedi appt on Wed, but I’m debating whether to call in the morning and ask about it. My husband thought maybe just drainage from lying on that side, so I turned him over, and nope, still there. Hmmm…will have to think on this.

are both fast asleep. I’ve been by myself with the baby all day, cause my husband’s been asleep. (He works nights, so it’s necessary to sleep during the day. I wasn’t being sarcastic, for once.) I’m beginning to understand why new moms need help. It’s not that they necessarily do anything, these people just keep you sane when you’ve done everything you can think of and he’s still crying. I’m calling my sister to come tomorrow. Of course, I felt extreeeeeeeeemly dumb when I was at my wit’s end and getting frustrated and realized he was just wet. No wonder I didn’t see any poo. Wet and cold counts too, ya know. *sigh* There’ve been some moments when I really think I have an aptitude for this, and some moments, well, not so much.

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.

Attn: this is the father of “chunk”

1st…love this link

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2nd…hope everyone that wants something like we did…gets it.

Spoolie out.

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, I had my first false alarm today. I went to work, as usual, and about the middle of the day, I felt um, wetness. I went to the potty, took care of business, and still felt trickling. So, I called the boardrunner (who sounded an alarm like the cavalry, apparently) and she sent me relief. I was just gonna quietly leave and drive myself to the hospital (I know, one hospital to another), but no. All of a sudden, 84000 people were getting me a wheelchair, making me sit, telling me to call my husband, etc. As if I wouldn’t have done all those things anyway, but I didn’t need a audience! Anyway, got to L&D, and they hooked me up, my bp was up a bit, and I’ll be damned, but I was contracting! I couldn’t feel them, really, just crampy type stuff. So, I sat there for 3 hours (and didn’t get any lunch, mind you) and got sent home. They checked me, and I’m still 2cm, and I guess the trickly stuff was mucus plug, maybe? I don’t know. And do you know, after all we talked about, who was the first person my husband called? Yeah. His mother. We are not amused. I have been instructed to put my feet up, rest, and report to the OB Tuesday, unless I start to feel funky. Then I’m to show up Monday. Oh, and I’m still contracting every few minutes.