I think we successfully navigated the worst week yet! Yahoo! This side of it I can rejoice. So, last post indicated AU and I had thrush. Well, add to that our first cold, a two night trip to the in-laws, 6 week growth spurt, and Grampa in the hospital and voila! Worst. Week. Ever.
In happier news AU is up to 9 pounds! Yeah. I’ve been cleared by the OB back to a normal life. Yahoo!
Grampa is out of the hospital and at home resting. We will be up to visit mid-April…without illness, growth spurt, or further hospital drama.
I think we are going to join the Y. I have this crazy “I need to get moving” feeling and the lousy weather is standing square in the way. I know real walkers/runners go about their business rain or shine but I just hate it. I hate to be wet. Some days it is all I can stand to do that awful shower to dry transition for a minute or so. I cannot imagine the soggy, awful feeling of a 2 mile walk in the rain. Shoes sloshing, ears puddling with rain drops. Gross. But luckily, our Y is indoors with walls and roof. It is expensive although not as expensive as the ludicrously priced “Body Back” thing offered here which is over $150 a month. Really? Seriously?
How did you avoid the excuses and get in shape?
I think right. now…
On both sides and I believe I also have it in my c-section area…more on my lower abdomen but regardless pain! stabbing! shooting! pain! AU has a tiny white patch (look like tiny molars…) on the right side of her upper gums. I’m on diflucan, trillions of probiotics, peroxide washes, and apple cider vinegar. AU has had her first non-breast milk meal of a swab of trillions of berry flavored probiotics. Grrr.
And her mouth hurts so she is popping on and off when she feeds. Have I mentioned pain! stabbing! shooting! pain! yet?
Oh and the whole sleep thing? Not so much. AU is sleeping. But I’m not. For the past week I have tried to be in bed asleep by 9pm so that I get enough sleep. One night I actually was in bed sleeping by 11pm. Other nights? 12am. 12:30am. 3am. Lovely. Not enough hours of sleep makes me a cranky. Cranky. cRAnkY. woman. Just ask Mr. T. Poor Mr. T.
We spent this past weekend navigating the fun that is Tennessee Game Days. Even AU attended! I played my favorite game *ever* Age of Steam with some of my favorite game players. I also played Mr. T’s fave Battle Star Gallactica with the Iona Nebula expansion.
Saturday night we had diaper failure. Mr. T had accidentally purchased Size 3s. They said 7-20kg on the package. 😦 No fair! So we ran out of diapers just at the critical “poop every 3 minute” hour of AU’s evening. Mr. T had to contend with downtown Nashville traffic on his quest for some size 1s. I had to contend with a cranky, cranky baby pooping continuously both on and off her potty.
Oh, yeah, we are doing elimination communication with AU. She is a rockstar! She pees and poops on her potty between 3 and 8 times a day. We like having fewer messes to clean up.
AU got her first bottle of breast milk last night. Mr. T enjoyed feeding her. It took her about 3 minutes to finish up what would have taken 10 minutes nursing. I thought it would be more of a relief but it wasn’t really. Bottles will allow me to see Cats and Les Mis this spring so no real complaints!
I have watched all Netflix episodes of Secret Life of the American Teen and am on to Grey’s Anatomy. Filth. 😀 But it makes 2:30am more bearable.
Au is cooing and babbling to herself and in response to our coos and faces. She will also stick out her tongue in mimic. And makes her mouth into an *O* and smile! It is just wonderfully darling and as Mr. T says, “This is so reinforcing!”
Oh, and Happy Birthday Dad!
I cannot decide if time is moving terribly quickly which is why days pass in a blur of nursing AU, feeding my own face, maybe a brief outing, and then sleep. Or if time is actually moving very slowly but I’m just not getting very much accomplished because watching my golden rabbit dream in her sleep or making cooing sounds as I make my mouth into an O as she watches is just so much more rewarding then blogging, showering, or pretty much anything except nursing or eating.
We have been out and about some despite the fatigue and constant hunger. Yesterday we went to the art museum. It was raining and cold out and I was stir crazy. The museum allows strollers so Mr. T and I packed up and walked around. I didn’t care for any of the exhibits- one was photoshop creations involving animals, one was on hindu art, and another was photographs of urban type stuff. But it was really nice to walk around somewhere new, stretch the legs, and just be out of the house. It occurred to me that I haven’t been in the house for 2 weeks…no it is now 5 weeks almost 6. So, it makes sense that I want out and about.
Mr. T, the mystery man of the interwebs, and I have yet to decide what we are going to do about AU and the web. So far I have been emailing family and friends pictures but without fail it seems that I take people off the TO: line thinking, “Why would Great Aunt Margery want to see pictures of my little squeak?” And maybe Aunt Margery wants to see photos? I think getting AU a website where I can post pictures and updates (like she is using her potty like a champ!) and if people want to look at it they can but I’m not spamming there inbox with photos.
In the con camp though is her privacy. If you think about it…these most recent babies have whole new privacy issues to contend with. 20 years from now will it be a great thing that Moms and relatives have posted pictures of little Johnny and Jane all over Facebook and Snapfish? What if AU runs for office, becomes a CEO, and someone finds a picture of her covered in chocolate pudding sitting on a table smiling from when she was 3 and sends it to the press or reposts it somewhere? I wouldn’t have cared about having photos of me as a young child on the interwebs but what about awkward 11-15? No thanks! No one needs to know about blue eye shadow and multiple hairstyle fails.
I guess it comes back to does AU have a reasonable expectation of privacy (isn’t that the court/Constitutional/law enforcement standard) that we as her parents should safeguard by not posting her picture and milestones everywhere? Or has our 21st century lifestyle pretty much obliterated any privacy and Mr. T and I ought to join every parent we know and plaster images of our precious one everywhere? This is what I think about at 2am as I sit in the dark nursing. Unfortunately, I don’t really have 2 brain cells to rub together at that time so we haven’t really come to any conclusions.
If you’d like to be added to the email picture list or taken off feel free to let me know…