I am now mommy to two little girls. The second one, being of the impatient kind, was 2 months early. She couldn't help it, her amniotic home ruptured, so she had to skedaddle.
My baby girls have been a blessing. Life is busier now. And, I can't help but think this whole process was easier the 1st time around. But, now we have a big sister to entertain in addition to the little 'un. It's like being dragged in 4 different directions at once.
The new baby sleeps most of her days away. Other than that, she eats and poops. She bellows emphatically when hungry, uncomfortable, cold, or when bath time isn't what she expects.
The elder sister has taken well to the new alien. She is very protective of her little sister. She screeches if a stranger wants to touch her; she kisses her baby sister frequently and pats her on the head. Sometimes there are bouts of discontent when big sister wants to be in a lap occupied by baby sister, but luckily the hubby and I are adept at rotating siblings.
As for myself, my life remains the same. I am still on leave, to return a little less than 2 months from now. If it were up to me, I'd stay with my babies 24/7. But, alas, we must eat, and therefore I must work.
My cycle has been out of whack; I just hope I'm not preggers again. That would be... terrifying. after the emergency c-section and the trauma that went with that process, I don't think I'm ready for another roller coaster ride. And, won't be for some time to come.
I love my babies. They are beautiful. Life is great.
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Sunday, September 26, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Update - my little girls
My baby girl is the sweetest most loving thing in the world.
She hugs and kisses just about everyone. Even at the new creche (where she started on 1st Apr) she adapted quickly and just loves the other kids to pieces.
Last week, a little boy bit her on her cheek. The blue marks are still visible. This was the second biting incident. The only person she nibbles on, is me!
My little girl is always excited to see me or her daddy. She runs up and hugs and snuggles. She says dad-dee and Zat. Although she isn't one for talking much (too many language bubbling around her, I don't blame the little angel) she understands very well.
She understands take to daddy, da in the trashcan, da for mommy, press the button. She will go throw away trash in another room, if asked nicely, and she even knows to close the lid to the bin (which is more than i can say for her dad). She winks at you and sticks out her tongue. She loves to play peek-a-boo, hiding herself behind her little hands, or under a blanket.
She squeals with delight when mommy or daddy growls "caaaaatch the baaaayyybeeee!". And, generally runs in the direction of the other parent.
She loves bath time, but hates getting water in her eyes. On Saturday I introduced a wrung out washcloth to shield her eyes, and she accepted this with minimal screetching. Her hair goes curly when wet. It's really getting long now. The hair food works better than the de-tangling spray (glorified water, if you ask me) on her hair for combing out purposes. If she is distracted while said brushing of hair occurs, she is content to play by herself without yelping, as long as she gets to sit by her daddy.
My cutie pie has 3 pairs of shoes that currently fit her size 4 feet. She is 1 year and about 5 months. Her clothes are mostly age 4 - 5, but 24 months pants do fit her, depending on the cut. She is becoming more slender and muscular, less pudgy.
I am currently 19 weeks pregnant with her sister, Alexa Nthabiseng. I think I felt the first flurry of a kick when I was watching Carte Blanche last night. It's very faint, so I may or may not be mistaken. My maternity clothes fit well and I am feeling much better than in my 1st tri-mester when the nausea was almost more than I could bare. I do get headaches every now and then, but chase them away with Panado, the only drugs I'm allowed to take.
My hubby and I discussed discipline and the raising of our children yesterday. We don't have a fixed plan, we take it as it comes at us at this stage. We are both the nice parent and the mean parent, as things develop. I just know that I don't want to hit our babies. Both my husband and I recall getting beaten as kids and felt undeserving and resentful of such treatment. Also, it doesn't gel with me teaching violence as a measure of keeping control.
At this stage we are content to just ... be. Cutie pie is very helpful around the house. She often unpacks cupboards, wipes up surfaces she thinks requires wiping. She helped me in the garden yesterday afternoon, hacking away at weeds. She is interested in doing anything, if you let her. She is very adventurous and loves the outdoors. She doesn't like being cooped up in a house. She loves getting chased around, but sometimes she means to run faster than her legs can compute. Face, meet floor.
She also loves to type on either my husband's or my computer. She doesn't like watching tv so much. She always looks bored and more interested in other things around the house. She surprisingly (to me, anyway) does not love her toys as much as she loves to play with boxes, pens, highlighters, pans, pots, tissues, and a bunch of other everyday tools. especially eating utensils, tupperware and cups.
She loves playing with her ball and understands "skop" (kick) and "gooi" (throw), doing each action when called to do so. She thinks I'm hilarious when I kick the ball.
Cutie pie also loves music. She loves her baby piano/phone contraption we got her for xmas last year. she dances whenever she hears music on the tv or car. she claps her hands and attempts to snap her fingers. it's the cutest thing in the world.
She has a full mouth of teeth. And, her feet continue to look more and more like her dad's feet the older she gets. (poor kid!)
Cutie pie also loves her grandmothers, but are suspicious of her grandfathers. She is fearless around my mom and forgets about me when my parents are visiting/around. She goes with them and waves bye-bye to us, smile on face. She's very friendly, she waves hello and bye to EVERYbody, people passing by, people in the mall, people at the creche, people driving by. She always has a smile for everyone. And, even if her hands are occupied, she waves them, smiling all the while.
Her next set of shots are due for sometime in June. And, I always dread it, despite that she is always such a little soldier. She barely cries, but I still feel awful for her. But, rather this than her legs falling off from polio. or, worse.
Our little girl is active till the lights go out, when she snuggles up against us and goes to sleep. Some night, my hubby takes her for a drive in the car, and she falls asleep that way.
She hasn't warmed up to the people at the gym who take care of her, but that's her dad's and my fault. We don't go there nearly enough for the people not to be complete strangers to her. We plan to correct that in future. In the meantime, I hope my little angel is in a good mood this afternoon.
Our babies are perfect. Life is wonderful.
She hugs and kisses just about everyone. Even at the new creche (where she started on 1st Apr) she adapted quickly and just loves the other kids to pieces.
Last week, a little boy bit her on her cheek. The blue marks are still visible. This was the second biting incident. The only person she nibbles on, is me!
My little girl is always excited to see me or her daddy. She runs up and hugs and snuggles. She says dad-dee and Zat. Although she isn't one for talking much (too many language bubbling around her, I don't blame the little angel) she understands very well.
She understands take to daddy, da in the trashcan, da for mommy, press the button. She will go throw away trash in another room, if asked nicely, and she even knows to close the lid to the bin (which is more than i can say for her dad). She winks at you and sticks out her tongue. She loves to play peek-a-boo, hiding herself behind her little hands, or under a blanket.
She squeals with delight when mommy or daddy growls "caaaaatch the baaaayyybeeee!". And, generally runs in the direction of the other parent.
She loves bath time, but hates getting water in her eyes. On Saturday I introduced a wrung out washcloth to shield her eyes, and she accepted this with minimal screetching. Her hair goes curly when wet. It's really getting long now. The hair food works better than the de-tangling spray (glorified water, if you ask me) on her hair for combing out purposes. If she is distracted while said brushing of hair occurs, she is content to play by herself without yelping, as long as she gets to sit by her daddy.
My cutie pie has 3 pairs of shoes that currently fit her size 4 feet. She is 1 year and about 5 months. Her clothes are mostly age 4 - 5, but 24 months pants do fit her, depending on the cut. She is becoming more slender and muscular, less pudgy.
I am currently 19 weeks pregnant with her sister, Alexa Nthabiseng. I think I felt the first flurry of a kick when I was watching Carte Blanche last night. It's very faint, so I may or may not be mistaken. My maternity clothes fit well and I am feeling much better than in my 1st tri-mester when the nausea was almost more than I could bare. I do get headaches every now and then, but chase them away with Panado, the only drugs I'm allowed to take.
My hubby and I discussed discipline and the raising of our children yesterday. We don't have a fixed plan, we take it as it comes at us at this stage. We are both the nice parent and the mean parent, as things develop. I just know that I don't want to hit our babies. Both my husband and I recall getting beaten as kids and felt undeserving and resentful of such treatment. Also, it doesn't gel with me teaching violence as a measure of keeping control.
At this stage we are content to just ... be. Cutie pie is very helpful around the house. She often unpacks cupboards, wipes up surfaces she thinks requires wiping. She helped me in the garden yesterday afternoon, hacking away at weeds. She is interested in doing anything, if you let her. She is very adventurous and loves the outdoors. She doesn't like being cooped up in a house. She loves getting chased around, but sometimes she means to run faster than her legs can compute. Face, meet floor.
She also loves to type on either my husband's or my computer. She doesn't like watching tv so much. She always looks bored and more interested in other things around the house. She surprisingly (to me, anyway) does not love her toys as much as she loves to play with boxes, pens, highlighters, pans, pots, tissues, and a bunch of other everyday tools. especially eating utensils, tupperware and cups.
She loves playing with her ball and understands "skop" (kick) and "gooi" (throw), doing each action when called to do so. She thinks I'm hilarious when I kick the ball.
Cutie pie also loves music. She loves her baby piano/phone contraption we got her for xmas last year. she dances whenever she hears music on the tv or car. she claps her hands and attempts to snap her fingers. it's the cutest thing in the world.
She has a full mouth of teeth. And, her feet continue to look more and more like her dad's feet the older she gets. (poor kid!)
Cutie pie also loves her grandmothers, but are suspicious of her grandfathers. She is fearless around my mom and forgets about me when my parents are visiting/around. She goes with them and waves bye-bye to us, smile on face. She's very friendly, she waves hello and bye to EVERYbody, people passing by, people in the mall, people at the creche, people driving by. She always has a smile for everyone. And, even if her hands are occupied, she waves them, smiling all the while.
Her next set of shots are due for sometime in June. And, I always dread it, despite that she is always such a little soldier. She barely cries, but I still feel awful for her. But, rather this than her legs falling off from polio. or, worse.
Our little girl is active till the lights go out, when she snuggles up against us and goes to sleep. Some night, my hubby takes her for a drive in the car, and she falls asleep that way.
She hasn't warmed up to the people at the gym who take care of her, but that's her dad's and my fault. We don't go there nearly enough for the people not to be complete strangers to her. We plan to correct that in future. In the meantime, I hope my little angel is in a good mood this afternoon.
Our babies are perfect. Life is wonderful.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
blessed blossoms
my baby girl is awesome.
with every day that passes, she becomes even cuter - if that's even possible.
some things i particularly enjoy about her, is when she is having her feeding times, she would hold one of my fingers, like my pinky, with her whole hand. sometimes, she looks at me like i'm the only thing she is really intent on looking at. it's awesome.
she smiles and giggles and gurgles. she really enjoys baths, even when she is upset.
my baby girl went for her second set of immunisations today. 1 oral and 2 needle. it was awful. she took the oral medicine very well, smiling and grimacing at the cold of it. the needles in her legs were not fun at all. she cried more last time than this time. an awesome surprise though, was that her dad showed up, just as she was really having a good cry. her dad is good at getting her calm. so, he took her in his arms, and she was better.
my baby has been sleeping all day since. that can't be good. she needs to eat every few hours. so, i'm waiting for that.
i've been calling day care centres, the time approaches for me to go back to work. for someone like me, who can't even go to gym for an hour and be comfortable with leaving her with someone else, it's gonna be very difficult for me. so far, i have'nt found a place for her yet. there seems to be a grave shortage of day care facilities in this town. i also don't wanna leave my baby with just anyone.
she is a friendly individual. she is becoming curious. it's all very cute. her personality is developing. it's awesome to watch. and it just rips my heart out to know that i won't be around to experience her other developmental milestones.
she has big brown intelligent eyes. they study the world around her with such vigour. it's awe inspiring.
i'm gonna miss her like crazy.
with every day that passes, she becomes even cuter - if that's even possible.
some things i particularly enjoy about her, is when she is having her feeding times, she would hold one of my fingers, like my pinky, with her whole hand. sometimes, she looks at me like i'm the only thing she is really intent on looking at. it's awesome.
she smiles and giggles and gurgles. she really enjoys baths, even when she is upset.
my baby girl went for her second set of immunisations today. 1 oral and 2 needle. it was awful. she took the oral medicine very well, smiling and grimacing at the cold of it. the needles in her legs were not fun at all. she cried more last time than this time. an awesome surprise though, was that her dad showed up, just as she was really having a good cry. her dad is good at getting her calm. so, he took her in his arms, and she was better.
my baby has been sleeping all day since. that can't be good. she needs to eat every few hours. so, i'm waiting for that.
i've been calling day care centres, the time approaches for me to go back to work. for someone like me, who can't even go to gym for an hour and be comfortable with leaving her with someone else, it's gonna be very difficult for me. so far, i have'nt found a place for her yet. there seems to be a grave shortage of day care facilities in this town. i also don't wanna leave my baby with just anyone.
she is a friendly individual. she is becoming curious. it's all very cute. her personality is developing. it's awesome to watch. and it just rips my heart out to know that i won't be around to experience her other developmental milestones.
she has big brown intelligent eyes. they study the world around her with such vigour. it's awe inspiring.
i'm gonna miss her like crazy.
Friday, February 6, 2009
i reject your reality and substitute my own
I reject your reality and substitute my own
So, I am in the final weeks of my glorious maternity leave. In over a little more than 6 weeks, I will be returning back to work. Not really looking forward to that. I mean, who’s gonna look after my baby satisfactorily.
For one thing, I don’t think my baby needs to cry. She shouldn’t have to. I know when she is hungry or tired or needs a change. I know when she has painful winds and so on. It is of paramount importance that her basic needs are taken care of before she feels the need to complain bitterly about them. I mean, that’s just abuse – leaving a baby to cry.
My great resolution to go to gym daily has fallen flat on its face on day 2. Yesterday was fairly brutal. My heart rate was way up. I attend the gym classes. Today I am missing an aerobics session. Yesterday we used a torture device, or “gymstick” as they call it. It was just… brutal.
On waking up this morning, my entire body cried out in pain. Arms, legs and other muscle-y bits just weren’t having it. So, I stayed in bed instead of the plan – which would be to make a bottle for the kid, get her washed and in her cot for the trip.
Getting ready for any trip these days is one long process. There are so many things a baby needs. Can’t go anywhere without a prepared nappy bag, including sterilised and filled bottle of milk – either mine or some formula. The baby needs to be bathed at least daily; clean clothes, clean blankets, clean spit-up napkin. It’s a lot of work. Preparation takes time. And more time means rising earlier in the morning. Not exactly my forte.
It’s been raining here a lot this week, which is great for the miniature garden at the back of the house. For some unknown reason, the side door to the garage has swollen shut and cannot be opened. My washing machine is in that garage. And we lock the garage door from the inside. The result? Can’t get to the washing machine. No laundry can be done. Total disaster.
Hanging out with my little ‘un has been awesome. She sleeps, eats and makes dirty nappies. Sometimes she smiles at me. Huge gummy grins. They are just the cutest damn thing. She is just the cutest damn thing. She sucks on her whole hands, and wails out when no milk miraculously seeps from them.
She has the curliest hair I’ve ever seen on a baby. Her hair is a feathery texture; soft. When stretched out, the hair is fairly long. She is only just over 2 months old now. I really should be taking more photos. My baby is a honey brown colour. I suppose this is the colour the tanning industry is built on. She is just the perfect yummy colour.
My baby has big brown eyes. They used to be pools of purest black during the first weeks of her life. But, subtly, the brown appeared. It’s a very deep dark brown, much like her dad’s.
Being at home with a baby is more work than it seems. When she is awake, she is prone to crying if she is alone in a room. I don’t want to leave my baby by herself. I’m pretty worried that something might happen to her. So, when she is awake, I hang out with her. When she sleeps, I get a chance to do chores. Dishes, laundry (when I can get to the machine); just general cleaning, picking up, straightening up, dusting, wiping, cooking.
Sigh
I have a lot to do.
The grocery shopping has been a rude awakening. It’s more expensive to eat than I first thought. I’ve been living off my parents far too long. I blew my budget thrice over so far. And, it’s difficult to buy healthy. Fruit and veggies tend to go bad fairly quickly, which means more trips to the shops for me. And, trekking outside with a kid – very tiring and time consuming.
The bugs in this house are driving me bonkers. We have an ant invasion. And 2 different kinds of ant poison lying around. The mozzies are having banquets on us. I hate it when they get my baby. She has a mozzie net, which is yet to be hung over her cot. The prior tenants must have had pets, because I have seen fleas on a couple occasions. We have replaced the disgusting carpet in the main bedroom with hardwood flooring. The baby’s room still has to be done. She currently resides in the main bedroom.
Somehow, the carpet in the tv room has to be cleaned. I have no idea how I’m gonna accomplish this. We have these fabulous rugs covering the nastier stains. It bugs me though – these bugs. And stains.
My life has taken a turn for the awesome. Despite all the work and effort that goes into daily life these days – with the focus that has shifted from me-me-me, to house, home, baby and husband – I am so grateful for my life. I have an awesome husband, a gorgeous baby and our own home. Life is wonderful and I am good enough. Finally.
So, I am in the final weeks of my glorious maternity leave. In over a little more than 6 weeks, I will be returning back to work. Not really looking forward to that. I mean, who’s gonna look after my baby satisfactorily.
For one thing, I don’t think my baby needs to cry. She shouldn’t have to. I know when she is hungry or tired or needs a change. I know when she has painful winds and so on. It is of paramount importance that her basic needs are taken care of before she feels the need to complain bitterly about them. I mean, that’s just abuse – leaving a baby to cry.
My great resolution to go to gym daily has fallen flat on its face on day 2. Yesterday was fairly brutal. My heart rate was way up. I attend the gym classes. Today I am missing an aerobics session. Yesterday we used a torture device, or “gymstick” as they call it. It was just… brutal.
On waking up this morning, my entire body cried out in pain. Arms, legs and other muscle-y bits just weren’t having it. So, I stayed in bed instead of the plan – which would be to make a bottle for the kid, get her washed and in her cot for the trip.
Getting ready for any trip these days is one long process. There are so many things a baby needs. Can’t go anywhere without a prepared nappy bag, including sterilised and filled bottle of milk – either mine or some formula. The baby needs to be bathed at least daily; clean clothes, clean blankets, clean spit-up napkin. It’s a lot of work. Preparation takes time. And more time means rising earlier in the morning. Not exactly my forte.
It’s been raining here a lot this week, which is great for the miniature garden at the back of the house. For some unknown reason, the side door to the garage has swollen shut and cannot be opened. My washing machine is in that garage. And we lock the garage door from the inside. The result? Can’t get to the washing machine. No laundry can be done. Total disaster.
Hanging out with my little ‘un has been awesome. She sleeps, eats and makes dirty nappies. Sometimes she smiles at me. Huge gummy grins. They are just the cutest damn thing. She is just the cutest damn thing. She sucks on her whole hands, and wails out when no milk miraculously seeps from them.
She has the curliest hair I’ve ever seen on a baby. Her hair is a feathery texture; soft. When stretched out, the hair is fairly long. She is only just over 2 months old now. I really should be taking more photos. My baby is a honey brown colour. I suppose this is the colour the tanning industry is built on. She is just the perfect yummy colour.
My baby has big brown eyes. They used to be pools of purest black during the first weeks of her life. But, subtly, the brown appeared. It’s a very deep dark brown, much like her dad’s.
Being at home with a baby is more work than it seems. When she is awake, she is prone to crying if she is alone in a room. I don’t want to leave my baby by herself. I’m pretty worried that something might happen to her. So, when she is awake, I hang out with her. When she sleeps, I get a chance to do chores. Dishes, laundry (when I can get to the machine); just general cleaning, picking up, straightening up, dusting, wiping, cooking.
Sigh
I have a lot to do.
The grocery shopping has been a rude awakening. It’s more expensive to eat than I first thought. I’ve been living off my parents far too long. I blew my budget thrice over so far. And, it’s difficult to buy healthy. Fruit and veggies tend to go bad fairly quickly, which means more trips to the shops for me. And, trekking outside with a kid – very tiring and time consuming.
The bugs in this house are driving me bonkers. We have an ant invasion. And 2 different kinds of ant poison lying around. The mozzies are having banquets on us. I hate it when they get my baby. She has a mozzie net, which is yet to be hung over her cot. The prior tenants must have had pets, because I have seen fleas on a couple occasions. We have replaced the disgusting carpet in the main bedroom with hardwood flooring. The baby’s room still has to be done. She currently resides in the main bedroom.
Somehow, the carpet in the tv room has to be cleaned. I have no idea how I’m gonna accomplish this. We have these fabulous rugs covering the nastier stains. It bugs me though – these bugs. And stains.
My life has taken a turn for the awesome. Despite all the work and effort that goes into daily life these days – with the focus that has shifted from me-me-me, to house, home, baby and husband – I am so grateful for my life. I have an awesome husband, a gorgeous baby and our own home. Life is wonderful and I am good enough. Finally.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Baby Love
My baby girl is just over 7 weeks old now.
She is the cutest damn thing.
The routine has become easier. Nappies and feedings and sleepings are more predictable. She doesn't cry much, she's very calm and sweet.
I'm worried about the immunisations that are happening in a week. Will be the 1st time I am there while they happen. The nurse explained to me that the medicine will be burny to my baby. And she will cry a bit. Bitterly, I expect. I hope she will be able to forgive me for it, it can't be helped. I hate that sad look she gets on her face sometimes. Heartbreaking.
Hopefully the husband will be able to go with. I don't know how I'm gonna handle my baby in pain. Live and learn, I suppose.
The grandparentals have been almost swooning over the little baby. It's awesome.
Everything is turning out just... wonderfully.
Going back to work is gonna be ... awful.
She is the cutest damn thing.
The routine has become easier. Nappies and feedings and sleepings are more predictable. She doesn't cry much, she's very calm and sweet.
I'm worried about the immunisations that are happening in a week. Will be the 1st time I am there while they happen. The nurse explained to me that the medicine will be burny to my baby. And she will cry a bit. Bitterly, I expect. I hope she will be able to forgive me for it, it can't be helped. I hate that sad look she gets on her face sometimes. Heartbreaking.
Hopefully the husband will be able to go with. I don't know how I'm gonna handle my baby in pain. Live and learn, I suppose.
The grandparentals have been almost swooning over the little baby. It's awesome.
Everything is turning out just... wonderfully.
Going back to work is gonna be ... awful.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Living Doll
It’s been a week and a bit since I brought home my baby. It’s been a helluva learning experience.
Boobie feeding
I am doing the boobie feeding thing. No bottles. The advantages far outweigh the drawbacks, which are mostly comfort related. By the 3rd day since the delivery REAL milky white stuff started coming from my boobies. Score! The key here is the latching of the baby onto the boobie. I can’t explain the pain associated with sore boobies though. It’s fire and soreness. And full boobies that require drinking… sigh. The nipple cream has helped, however. She munches every 3 – 4 hours a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. I don’t plan to enforce a routine. I will feed her when she is hungry, and make sure she munches for at least 15 minutes every time I whip out my boobies.
Nappy changes
At first, this seemed a daunting challenge. The first stool was handles by nursing staff, thankfully. The whole first night was taken care of, actually. My husband has been … beyond wonderful. I got a crash course in nappy changing at the hospital. My mother changed her when the baby was brought to us. Then, my cousin, who has 2 younger sisters did a few changes as well. By the time I actually HAD to, I’d seen it done a couple times. So, I play assistant to my husband when he changes her. During the day, I’m on duty. At night, he does most of the changes, as I do the feedings. I can’t explain what a help he has been. I’ve been ridiculously tired these days; must be the boobie feedings.
Sleepy time
After she eats, she sleeps. The mosquitoes have been bothering us at night. My parents bought her a mozzie net for her crib, however. Thing is, she sleeps better between me and the husband, and I don’t have to jump up and out of bed every time she makes a muffled groan.
Bath time
I had one demonstration in the hospital on how this is supposed to be done as well. Easier shown than done. Once again, the help of my cousin was invaluable. She washed the baby 3 times, before she had to go home. Varsity holidays have started, after all. So, by the time I had to do it, I’d seen it done 4 times in total. I heard of a neat trick from a work colleague – wrap her in a towel and wash her in the towel. She only cries when she is cold, so as long as I can keep the cold at bay, bath time is fine. My husband has washed her by himself as well. It went very well. Have I mentioned that he is awesome?
So, in conclusion, I have a living breathing doll. And, it’s… overwhelming at times. She is so fragile, so dependent. Very beautiful. I hate it when she cries. It’s so awful. She is such a sweet kid, she deserves only every bit of happiness that comes her way.
I finally have the angel baby I’ve always wanted. She is beautiful and sweet. She only cries when she is cold, hungry or needs a change. Other than that, she sleeps the deep sleep of the righteous. She is just gorgeous. She is developing this permanent tan, without ever seeing the sun. (haha) I suppose that’s what happens when you have an eclipse of pale and dark.
I can’t screw this up. I only have this one shot, after all. It’s gonna be a while before we do the baby thing again. It’s really expensive!
Boobie feeding
I am doing the boobie feeding thing. No bottles. The advantages far outweigh the drawbacks, which are mostly comfort related. By the 3rd day since the delivery REAL milky white stuff started coming from my boobies. Score! The key here is the latching of the baby onto the boobie. I can’t explain the pain associated with sore boobies though. It’s fire and soreness. And full boobies that require drinking… sigh. The nipple cream has helped, however. She munches every 3 – 4 hours a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. I don’t plan to enforce a routine. I will feed her when she is hungry, and make sure she munches for at least 15 minutes every time I whip out my boobies.
Nappy changes
At first, this seemed a daunting challenge. The first stool was handles by nursing staff, thankfully. The whole first night was taken care of, actually. My husband has been … beyond wonderful. I got a crash course in nappy changing at the hospital. My mother changed her when the baby was brought to us. Then, my cousin, who has 2 younger sisters did a few changes as well. By the time I actually HAD to, I’d seen it done a couple times. So, I play assistant to my husband when he changes her. During the day, I’m on duty. At night, he does most of the changes, as I do the feedings. I can’t explain what a help he has been. I’ve been ridiculously tired these days; must be the boobie feedings.
Sleepy time
After she eats, she sleeps. The mosquitoes have been bothering us at night. My parents bought her a mozzie net for her crib, however. Thing is, she sleeps better between me and the husband, and I don’t have to jump up and out of bed every time she makes a muffled groan.
Bath time
I had one demonstration in the hospital on how this is supposed to be done as well. Easier shown than done. Once again, the help of my cousin was invaluable. She washed the baby 3 times, before she had to go home. Varsity holidays have started, after all. So, by the time I had to do it, I’d seen it done 4 times in total. I heard of a neat trick from a work colleague – wrap her in a towel and wash her in the towel. She only cries when she is cold, so as long as I can keep the cold at bay, bath time is fine. My husband has washed her by himself as well. It went very well. Have I mentioned that he is awesome?
So, in conclusion, I have a living breathing doll. And, it’s… overwhelming at times. She is so fragile, so dependent. Very beautiful. I hate it when she cries. It’s so awful. She is such a sweet kid, she deserves only every bit of happiness that comes her way.
I finally have the angel baby I’ve always wanted. She is beautiful and sweet. She only cries when she is cold, hungry or needs a change. Other than that, she sleeps the deep sleep of the righteous. She is just gorgeous. She is developing this permanent tan, without ever seeing the sun. (haha) I suppose that’s what happens when you have an eclipse of pale and dark.
I can’t screw this up. I only have this one shot, after all. It’s gonna be a while before we do the baby thing again. It’s really expensive!
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