So to celebrate Alex’s one month birthday, his daddy and I are going to counseling. Hm.
Solidarity
I never talked to Alex about what made me so cranky last night. He screamed for a while to mirror my swift mood change and settled in to the hard business of snuggling my anger down to simmer by the 3am shift change. At time of said shift change and the sounds of doors opening and latching he woke up, requested some bottle and to be placed on his back.. Read More
Postpartum
Hm. It seems that my postpartum blues/depression may be emerging in a way I hadn’t anticipated. I’ve expected to end up back on the happy pills, something which actually seemed to comfort the terrific discharge nurse I had in the hospital. She and I were already seeing eye to eye and when she started the postpartum depression spiel I told her I already had a history of depression, and that.. Read More
Could have been me
I can read on the computer and hold sleeping Alex at the same time. Skillz, mad skillz I have. Anyway, I blog jump to find interesting stuff to read to keep me awake because we are still waking every 75 minutes to eat and I do better just staying awake. I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant. With my irregular cycles and birth certificte accurate age, I had 4 medical professionals.. Read More
I’m an ass
Fact: Scout stated several days ago he was sick with a head cold. What I heard: “I’m whiny bc I have spring allergies, or I touched a rock and it hurt, or I need attention, or you don’t look like you are strung out enough with the post delivery body and the constant hooking up to the moo machine” so I didn’t pay attention. Then I’ve commented on baby crabass.. Read More
Elusive Sleep
I’m purposefully sitting in a room that doesn’t have Alex in it. I can hear him. He’s moving, he’s sneezing, he’s NOT sleeping, but he’s NOT screaming so all is well. Except that I’M not sleeping. and now he’s crying. fuck it all, I’m not going to survive till morning.
What happened to Saturday?
Well I’ll tell you– C R A B A S S oh yes. loud and proud baby crabass. Today we took a bath to cure the crab ass. Scout had left the room b/c he had just sat in the poopy diaper and was cleaning up. Alex was splashing and having fun with me in the tub. He started to get fussy and a little cold so picked him up.. Read More
Speech
Today Alex didn’t open his eyes for long until 115. Then he had 5 hours of awake time from then until 830. What a stud. Hopefully he sleeps tonight. Popped in Baby Einstein today, and he got all vocal – lots of cooing, which he did again later without the BE to prompt conversation. Aw, little man finding his voice. Yay!
Laugh and the world laughs with you
So Monday morning I woke with the determination to find something that resembled a schedule. Alex was napping, so I went downstairs, took out smoothie ingredients from the fridge – yogurt, milk, strawberries – and from the cabinet – whey powder, flax seed, peanut butter, oatmeal. I made smoothie, I poured coffee, I made waffles (in the toaster), I poured OJ. I put everything away, went upstairs, Alex was awake,.. Read More
Tits on a Boar Phenomena
Had an AWESOME conversation with my sister in law today about how our husbands are these wonderful intelligent men who every few days just take a stupid pill and don’t know what to do with the baby. Her example was Deacon asking her when E’s diaper had last been changed – she said a couple of hours. He asked if it needed to be changed. She told him she would.. Read More
Another Milestone
It’s always the dumb things that make the big events sink in. I can’t remember what randomness made me realize Scout and I were married – but last night I was fixing my address book and searched our last name and there was my name and Scout’s name. Like I haven’t seen this a million times. But something about seeing Scout’s name in my email takes me back to when.. Read More
15 minutes past Mother’s Day
Oh yeah, Alex can projectile. He was out of sorts last night, and I wondered where he was putting all his food. Would settle him down, put him down, he’d wake up about the time I got the covers pulled to my chin. Went through that routine a few times, then he was settled long enough to hear that ‘urp’. By the time I made it across the room to.. Read More
Mother’s Day
Motherhood has not made me kinder and gentler. It makes me grumpy when it appears it opens the door to have inane conversations about “Do I have a good baby?” Well duh, I could have birthed the son of satan and I wouldn’t realize it. I’d wonder about the horn poking me under the chin when I snuggled with him, but I wouldn’t realize what was really up. So I.. Read More