Pain and squeezes

The night shift nurse just gave me another honking Motrin to help combat the rough pain that has started along my incision.

I guess it's part of the healing process -- I'm regaining sensation along the traumatized bits of my skin, and so it hurts. But between the Vicodin and the Motrin, I'm tackling it and feeling OK for now.

I keep starting work on a Health.com entry, but I don't know what to focus on. I think that the drugs are addling me a little bit, and it's hard to specify just one bit of my experience over the last five days here in order to make it readable and within 700 words.

Hub-D came by today. I told him that I think he's busier nowadays than Barack Obama. Although he has been working his tail off -- caring for our nutball/gorgeous older children, keeping the household in order, finishing up our taxes AND taking care of the business -- he told me that he thinks Obama might be even busier than he is. Yeah, but the president's daughters are older, and they probably don't misinform their father that they are indeed allowed to wear a swimsuit to school.

Baby C rewarded his hard work by giving him a long look in the eyes. She has such a sweet disposition, and it feels like a tremendous glow emanates from her when she stares up at us. We could be blinded by the yellow jaundice on her face (not to worry Baby C fans, her bilirubin levels are OK), but I think there is something in her soul there too.

Baby C has also been wearing the same T-shirt since the day she was born. When you're so cute you can get away with stuff like that.

And regarding the picture at the top of this post, part of the reason I love it is how Hub-D has posed with her. When we were first dating, I noticed that he is something of a champion picture poser, expressing sweet affection in an earnest way, just at the right moment. I loved that about pictures with him. He'd always be kissing me or holding me especially tight.

And now he does the same thing with our girls, giving them that wonderful picture squeeze. Lucky Baby C.