Happy Easter!
* There is a dead mole decomposing just a few feet from where I currently sit. The cats brought it to the back door, presumably due to its proximity to Baby V's room. A gal's got to eat, yes?
* Speaking of feeding Baby V, I am a dolt. Last night at 10pm, Baby V started to holler. She'd suck on her pacifier for a few minutes and then start screaming, and she got more and more frantic as the hours went on. My boobs were empty from her nursing, and my patience as at an end as I tried to snuggle her into bed and she kept kicking at my incision and hollering in my ear. So on a desperate whim, at 1:30am, I gave her a big fat bottle of formula. And she passed out halfway through sucking it into her growling gullet. Oohhhh, she was hungry. God, I'm an idiot.
* Christmas was a breeze to explain to Chebbles compared to Easter. "Some people say that Jesus died and then he didn't die, actually, because it was yet another magical thing that Jesus did. It makes people feel happy and emotional to think about Jesus dying and then not being dead, and so we celebrate today." And Chebbles munches on jellybeans and looks at me askance.
* God, that mole smells. I had to clarify to Chebbles that ONLY Jesus gets to be resurrected, so, for example, Stanley will NOT rise from the dead. And as much as one may wish it so that one does not need to bury it, the mole is also dead forever.
* Summer is nipping at the heels of Spring here, as is the wont of our East Bay climate. Already, Chebbles is yelping around the yard naked, and I'm sitting here in a tank top, watching the sun ripen the oranges on our neighbor's tree and the mole gradually sinking into the tile on our back stoop.
* I'm having an identity crisis regarding stroller acquisition. It seems to make sense to buy a double stroller, so that I can cart Baby V and Chebbles through various situations (airports, most notably). But really, who am I? Am I a JOGGING mama, who will brave the trails with both children in order to get some exercise? (No, I think I'm a mama who leaves her hard-won children with a babysitter so I can run alone .) Am I an urban mama? Am I a mall mama? Am I a group exercise mama? Where do I stand on hiking with children? And shouldn't Chebbles be walking anyway? But a double stroller will also be handy if I live my dream and successfully gestate another person into our family in short order. But not if (like last time) I lose too much weight from all that running alone and short-circuit my fertility... Aaaaugh! Who am I!!??
* Oh, and I decided I don't like nursing. I'm not saying I won't do it, but I don't like it. This is compounded by the fact Baby V doesn't like it all that much either. It's just annoying. There I am with my rack all leaky and exposed, and the jolt of prolactin just gives me the creeps. Again, I'll DO IT, but I won't LIKE IT.
* Baby V likes to be on the floor. Sure, she enjoys being held like any normal baby, but all things being equal, give her the floor any day. When she's fussy, I just put her on the floor and she looks all around and takes in the patterns of our upholstery and our rugs. A sure way to piss her off is to pick her up before she's done being on the floor. Our housekeeper S., who is eerily right about everything, says that she feels supported on the floor. She feels grounded. She's just a Savasana kind of gal.
* Maybe that's what the mole is doing -- just an extended yogic meditation. That's what I'll tell myself so I can put off dealing with it for now.
Namaste
11 comments:
Happy Easter to you! Not to be a pain in the neck hippie, and no way am I going to TELL you to, but I'm just saying, if she's hungry, you have to let her over-nurse you, cluster feeding, to up your milk supply (takes 3 days to totally up the supply), or you will HAVE to supplement. If you are OK with that, then there you are, but if you want to keep nursing her... It's a feedback loop. You know all that right? Hippie, over and out. :) Oh, and by the way, nursing a newborn SUCKS ROCKS. People forget that. MIL kept saying "isn't it so wonderful?" with M, and I was thinking, "lady, I love you, but you are off your rocker" It's not fun, or pleasant, or relaxing. I feel like a gnawed on dairy cow, and why do I even bother putting down my shirt??? It's nursing a bit older baby that's relaxing and snuggly and wonderful, and that I really loved. The newborn part, like many parts of newborn, IMO, are to be soldiered through.
Nice on the mole. And LOL that Baby V likes the floor. I think S is right, newborns have a built in startle reflex against falling, can't fall from the floor!
Re all that stroller angst. A lot of my preschool buds like the Phil and Ted's E3. I dunno, I skipped that section. I'm an exercise-ALONE chick too.
Ditto to Gruppie Mama. I HATED nursing at first. And everyone acts like it's supposed to be this magical experience but I was just miserable every two to three hours. It hurt, and I was so exhausted and I hated that I was the only one who could do it, the only one who could wake up at night and put him back to sleep, and the only one who couldn't go out for more than three hours because my baby would need to eat. And then the cluster feeding. Oh, good Lord, the cluster feeding. I felt like he was permanently attached to my sore, chapped nipple (I truly think I was addicted to Lansinoh). There was a period of time when Chase nursed every hour. And I was so tired of the whole thing, I only kept doing it because I knew it was the best thing for him, no matter how insane it was making me. But really, now I love it. I'm so glad that I'm the only one who can do this, even when it means getting up at 4 am or not being able to tailgate with friends at a game or go away overnight, because it's this amazingly special bond, and I honestly don't think there's any feeling quite as sweet. But I didn't feel that way until he was about three months old!
The not-so-funny joke in our house is that I'm not Mommy. I am Boob. I don't know if my boobs are whores or what, but they're always full, leaking, and annoying. So if you want a quart or so, lemme know. That'll be fun to explain at the post office when they ask if I have anything liquid or perishable.
Okay so I have no breast feeding advice.
But Happy Easter anyway. BTW - I am a non-jogger mommy with a jogger stroller. 'Cause that's how I roll.
dude, I HATED nursing. That is why I limited myself to 365 days of it. It was messy, painful, inconvenient at times....and the right thing to do (for me at least). But I hope that you are heartened by all of these women who hate it as much as you do (esp. gruppie mama for goodness sake!). As for the stroller, I vote for the Phil and Ted's as well, although I want to know who the heck these Phil and Ted guys are who are inventing strollers that mostly women are going to push? But the thing that is nice about it is that you can use it for one or for two as necessary. And I think there is currently a sale at the Right Start store wherein you can get the double attachment for free right now. So go for it. And you can always use my jogging stroller if you want to.
You bunch of beautiful pain in the neck hippies! I'm glad to know my nips are not alone in their misery.
And Starfish, I admire your non-joggingness!
Phil and Ted's--all the way---with the infant seat adaptor (sp?). I used it for over a year before #2 and now it's magically a double.
Ditto on the sore nips... and the milk coming down, stabbing your rock-hard orbs of motherly goodness when you so much as look at something needy--anything needy, a man, plant that wants watering or a yellow marshmallow peep that is calling your name. I don't WANT to wear a bra to bed, I don't WANT to put pads in it and I don't WANT to wake up at 3 am.
But aren't they wonderful? Don't you just want to eat her up, pimply face and all? Sigh...
I want another one too and then my three year old starts breaking me down. I think she has a future in hostage negotiation as she manages to free an undue amount of chocolate around here.
Oh---by the way it's me---ND, C & C's mom... :)
Forgot the purpose of my comment---which was to say you should pump after every session to boost your supply. Make sure you're drinking enough h20 and I have a whole case (what the hell, I need to turn off Amazon one-click--it's just too easy to order things that aren't needed!) of mother's milk inducing tea I can give you as I think I have an oversupply issue that leaves C2 sputtering and gasping for air between gulps. I'll bring some to dance class...
ND
Tea, that is, not milk (although I can't help bringing milk everywhere I go...)
I'm bringing you some TEA.
Must stop posting nonsense and go to bed...
ND
Hey there, I HATED nursing. Just the thought of it helps to curtail the thoughts of adding baby #3- that and staying up all night and losing baby weight all over again, and so on and so on. I didn't last that long compared to twelve-monthers. I tried lactation consultants, my mom tried La Leche League (she had same probs), Sadly, it wasn't meant to be with my body. But I have a best bud who wants to have another kid JUST BECAUSE of nursing, I think she's wacked, ha ha. BUt she had a great time with it, I wish it had been so for me, so I coulda made 12 months.
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