The babe is being weaned of the boob because things still aren’t going the way they should and the ear piercing screams (which my friend Jamila got to experience the other day thanks to Skype) have not seemed to settle as she enters her 5th month. So, the reflux may be causing more pain to her little tummy than we know and she is now on a hypo-allergenic formula that has the broken down proteins and all kindsa crap for kids that may have a milk sensitivity. Short of having a gastroenterologist stick a tube down your infants throat to look in her stomach, which I refuse to have done, this is the next best thing. And thank the good Lord, it seems to be working. The screaming has come down from all the time to now just when I’m tired- which I can handle. The all the time thing was wearing on me… makes you want to consider hanging yourself.
So now I get to pump during the day so I don’t get YET ANOTHER boob infection like earlier in the year, whilst my milk dries up. I still breastfeed her at night for now because really, I don’t feel like getting out of my bed in the middle of the night to make a bottle. Milk’s free right here… and ready-made.
My days…. My days, my days. Well we get up or SHE gets up rather and depending on the time, I get up with her or I put a pillow next to her so she can’t roll off the bed and let her entertain herself while I get a few more minutes of shut eye. She goes in her activity center while I make her breakfast, plus a bottle just in case. She eats cereal/fruit in the am we watch Regis & Kelly and The View… more The View than R & K, I’m starting to get bored with them. It’s a wonder they’ve been on this long. After The View, I turn off the TV cause nothing good’s on at 11 and that’s usually the time when she’s ready for her nap anyway. If I accomplish the task of putting her down, that’s when I eat.
I also pitter-patter around the house in my AD/HD way. Moving from one task to the next, since I really can’t focus on doing one thing at a time. I’m folding clothes and I see the piano’s dusty, so I stop folding to get the wood cleaner & dust. On the way to get the furniture polish, I see the sink is full of dishes, so- I wash them. Then remember that I was supposed to be dusting/polishing, so I go back to that. Only to see that there are more loads of laundry to be done, so I put them in the washer (and I usually forget that I put clothes in there btw). I try to vacuum every day, but I usually start and never finish the whole house. I do the den, the living room & the hall… then something else happens. More folding, washing, cleaning the bathrooms… something, always something.
I go on Facebook maybe 2 million times a day. Get the babe down on the floor for tummy time, cause she’s probably going to be crawling by the end of the month. Speaking of crawling- I wonder daily how I am going to keep the bloody dog hair that invades my home out of her mouth. (Sarah, you have 2 dogs… how do you do it?) It’s everywhere!! She goes in her swing, she sits in her high chair & watches Baby Einstein (usually by then I’m doing dishes again)… I think I Skype every day- not by choice, but since I’ve introduced my Mother to it, she’s obsessed. I Skype her & Jamila… anyone else have Skype? Feel free to video chat with me. Feed the dog, let him outside, put the trash out back for Chris to take out when he gets home. Take out something for dinner…. Whew! It’s a long day.
Kudos to the women who’ve been doing this for centuries. I had a roommate freshman year of college whose Mom was a homemaker and when we went to visit once, she did laundry every day we were there and I thought- why the heck is this lady doing so much laundry? Then I had a baby… who liked to poop up her outfits and (now) smother pears, applesauce and bananas all over her clothes and (lucky me!) has reflux which means spit-up & vomit everywhere all of the time. So not only does she generate a lot of laundry, but depending on how much she spit up on me… I go through a great deal of clothes as well. My favorite happened maybe a week ago. She’s sitting on my lap and I hear a great big fart… then my legs feel warm. Well… it was such a huge explosion that it came out of both sides of the diaper and covered my jeans. Needless to say, she needed a bath and I had to soak my jeans with oxi-clean spray and launder immediately before the poop stains set in… That was fun. All while her Daddy sat next to me in his clean glory.
He likes to say stuff like “Oh, she’s so funny”… and really she is funny. She’s got a great sense of humor all her own and her personality shines right through. She’s going to be strong-willed, hard-ass, don’t f* with me, but still very funny in her own right. But when she’s up at 3 am talking away to no one in particular and trying to eat her feet, all while taking up most of the bed… not so funny. All in a day’s work, I guess.
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