Physically, I'm getting better. I haven't taken a Midol or a Vicodin for 24 hours, a new record. I'll probably take one in the next hour or so, but the fact I forgot to take them is impressive -- the cramping and incision-related pain is definitely subsiding.
Emotionally, heh heh, let's just say I'm textbook postpartum.
The least stimulus makes me cry. For example, last night I got all maudlin about the Lindbergh Baby. I started thinking about how he died during the attempted kidnapping, and how he was safe and snug in his bed and he was alive and fine, then suddenly he had been accidentally killed by his would-be kidnappers and BOO HOO HOOOOOO! BOOOO HOOOOOO....
The fact that this happened almost 100 years ago, and that everyone else in the world is completely over it has no bearing on how SAD it is.
And as I peruse people's blogs late at night, I have to be very wary of sad posts, particularly regarding babies. I just don't need any more sad stimuli right now.
And I'm in a postpartum frenzy of obsession about GERMS. It seems like, no matter what measures I take to protect my newborn from the germs and viruses of the world, they GET IN MY HOUSE.
First, Chebbles brought home the croup and coughed directly into Baby V's face while crooning love songs to her. Then Grandma R., who was staying in our guest room, got the grown-up version of the croup, which included a fever of 103 and another hacking cough. Then I allowed Baby V to be smooched and nuzzled by Chebbles' friend K., who was perfectly healthy with freshly washed hands... but she came down with a 102 fever that very night. THEN our dear friend Z., who submitted to Chebbles' headlock/hugs at Music Together yesterday came down with the same crazy virus.
So germs are GETTING IN MY HOUSE. I've wiped down every surface with Lysol wipes. I've doused every person in hand sanitizer. I use paper towels, not dishcloths. But I want to just burn down my house and start over, in a completely sanitized environment. I fantasize about a house that sprays disinfectant automatically, like the sprayers of the produce at the supermarket -- every half-hour, the hoses would activate and cover every surface of my home with germicide. Now THAT would be satisfying.
Anyway, what did I tell you? You'd be sorry you asked.
In other news, Chebbles has cried foul on the Easter Bunny at the mall. "He is BROWN, and the Easter Bunny was pink last year."
What the heck? You were 18 months old last year! How do you remember what color the Easter Bunny was?
Sitter B. saved the day by informing Chebbles that another magical thing about the Easter Bunny is that he can change colors whenever he wants! This worked, for now. But I sense we aren't long for the world of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy around here. Chebbles is just too exacting to make it work.
And finally, Baby V has really started to smile. I haven't been able to capture a good picture of it yet, but the best comparison is Corey Feldman, circa 1989. She does her mouth in the same subtle, mischievous way. And their hair is the same. Wait a minute... she looks a LOT like Corey Feldman. What's going on here? BOOO HOOO...
6 comments:
Sitter B. rocks!
Nah...Baby V is MUCH cuter than Corey Feldman.
If you need a shoulder...don't forget I'm around :-)
Hugs!
Now that you mention it, I hear they are making a Goonies 2! Get ready, V!!!
i soooo feel your pain. those baby blues really hit me and i was not expecting it, and with the forlorn chebs throwing her sadness into the pot, i would be impressed if you didn't just cry all day. i'd say if you manage to have moments of positiveness and hope, then you're doin' allright, kid. and, if you don't, well that's ok too. and, if things get really bad, you can say anything you want to me, and i won't judge you. that was the deal david and i made, i was to feel free to say any emotion that came to mind so that i would be able to keep him totally in the loop and he could get me help if he needed it. and, at one point, while talking with my therapist on the phone, she finished the call by sayind: "just keep talking about it, it's when we don't talk about things that we do things, and i thought, "cripes! this woman thinks i'm going to drown my baby!"
but, you know those hormones will level out and baby v will turn her adorable eyes in your direction and maybe they will go just a little cross-eyed like in the video and your heart will melt, your emotions will soar, and the blues will lift!!!
k
You guys are so great. It makes a girl weepy with gratitude. Oh, crap, here I go again, BOOO HOOOOO!!
It really will even out. Hormone dumps are really a *&$%*. I'm just saying. You know Chebble's older clone Chispa would have said the same thing. If we celebrated Easter and knew about the Easter bunny.
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