Mood:
happyTopic: Everyday
I am feeling remarkably optimistic today. Compare that to Monday, where I felt pretty awful. Life is so strange...
This past weekend I went again to my parents' house because Walt was scheduled to work on Saturday. So we drove out Friday (by way of the soft serve place... I'm doing pretty crappy with the diet and exercise thing) and we got a chance to have a nice dinner outside. Mia has decided all of a sudden that she enjoys the bouncy seat, especially if said bouncy is placed outside where she can hear the birds and feel the wind in her hair. She chilled in the bouncy and I. ate. my. dinner. In peace! Without shoveling! She ate her dinner rather ravenously too- in fact, she chewed a hunk off my right nipple. Or at least it felt that way.
Saturday morning started with me pumping a whole 5 oz. from my super special left boobie- the boobie that always has the most milk. She's always there for me in a pinch. I managed to do this, much to my surprise, while entertaining Mia, who now also enjoys lying on her back, kicking her legs, and gurgling. After showering, my mom and I ran errands. First to Target to buy every single bottled brand that they carried. I bought Avent, Nuk, Playtex, and Dr. Brown's. I also bought an ugly pair of green capris just because I knew they'd fit and I couldn't go on vacation to Maine with only two pairs of capris and a maternity bathing suit.
Speaking of bathing suits- oh horror of horrors- I tried on several at TJ Maxx. I have never been so horrified in my life, and Mia was too- I could see the shocked look on her face in the mirror where my mom was bouncing her to keep her quiet. She may need counseling some day.
Anyways, I did NOT buy any bathing suits, although I lucked upon a pair of navy capris hanging on the rack just outside the dressing room. Perfect for Maine and perfect for back to work. It hit me then that yes, I am going back to work, and no, I do not have enough clothes to make it through a work week. I forsee a trip to Lane Bryant in my future (shudder). I can feel big girls pain now. There are no choices in plus size fashion! I will kiss the ground the day I fit into size 14s, never mind my size 12s!
Sunday I got picked up early by Walter who had to get back for a ggolf tournament. Some day, I swear it, I will stop resenting Walter for all the things he gets to do outside the house without a baby attached to him. Such freedom! Its hard for me to keep the jealousy inside at times and it manifests itself as annoyance with his whole golf obsession. If I had time for my own equally fun hobby (how I miss salsa dancing and hard core working out!), I wouldn't begrudge him his golfing outings. But being stuck inside with a baby who needs me constantly makes me a bit bitter at times, I guess. Sorry honey.
By Monday, my boobs felt like ground beef from all the cheweing she had been doing, and I diagnosed Mia with a poor latch due to milk oversupply issues (like the other day when it squirted her all in the face during a feeding). I called up the pediatrician's office, who squeezed me in with Lucy, the friendly lactation consultant for a visit. She basically told me exactly what I already knew, then tried to help me give Mia a bottle, which sent Mia into a purple rage. While waiting for Walter to pick me up from the appt. (he had gone home to pack his stuff because he got a partial tour of duty- to my annoyance), a car full of women congratulated me on my baby who they thought looked Chinese. Mia may not look like me, but she sure doesn't look Chinese.
Yesterday Walter came home, and we bustled around the house like mad people getting ready for the trip and for Walter's sister to come over with her husband and two kids, Vernell and Joquan. I went to the store for almost an hour and a half and she slept peacefully in the swing! Hooray- the swing is a godsend. In fact, yesterday Miss Mia seemed to get back to the Mia of old who likes to sleep a lot and is generally contented. I love it!
Today I can honestly say that for the very first day yet, I completely enjoyed my baby. I enjoyed every single moment with her. That may make me seem a faulty mother to some people, but I think its pretty normal. It was a good day. Long naps, I popped her in the Bumbo and actually enjoyed my dinner, and she went down for me tonight at 8 like a dream. Only way it could get better was if she'd start sleeping through the night.
Well, I'm hoping.
Here she is in her Bumbo. And yes, that freaking thrush is back.
I love this girl!
