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18.10.07

two weeks

and every surface is covered with burp cloths (i.e., the cloth diapers that are still too big for you, and a couple of towels). You have grown two centimetres and at least a pound. I am typing with one hand.

Me, i am continuing to heal. I think the stitches are all done healing, though (TMI) i haven't checked with a mirror recently. I can walk farther without getting swollen, though it still happens, at unpredictable intervals, and can still be less than comfortable to sit if i'm not careful. You, though, you're so floppy and boneless we could put you upside-down on pointy rocks and you'd snooze on through. If we could put you down, that is. Good thing our books all say it's impossible to spoil a baby, or to hold her too much.

we are doing a lot of laundry, M and me. A lot. Not only yours: because you spit up on us, and then we do grownup laundry, too. I had the perfect shirt, almost - i oughta patent this shit - coolmax, so i was not only relatively dry, but the milk didn't hang out in the air long enough to go sour. Perfect would have been a subtle desert camo so the stains wouldn't show, instead of black. But you spat up on it. Which may have been your way to communicate, change your smelly shirt, smelly mama. Cloth diapers are not as complicated as i thought. We have a large stash of ones i'm calling Stretchy Chinese Prefolds, and then some contouredy looking ones, and then some not-stretchy chinese prefolds - the stretchy ones are best, so far. If i do diaper laundry every two or three days i can keep us in the stretchy ones exclusively. Three nice diaper covers with snaps, which dry amazingly fast, plus an extra less-waterproof one with velcro, and three pocket diapers i haven't tried yet. I think the contoured ones might be for boys; they're everything inherited or used except the covers. But. Easier than i had thought.

Breastfeeding is going ... going, i guess. Not too bad. So far, so good. I have a crazy fast letdown and i don't think you like it too much, but we are learning. I need to remember at night to not be lazy, to get up and get a decent latch, and that'll be better for everybody. When you get a decent latch, you eat for longer, and then you sleep for longer. Case in point: last night you slept for at least three and a half hours. Nearly four, i think, though i can't really see the clock in there in the dark. But still. Hours on end. All in a row. Kick ass! I hope this trend continues.

I have pulled out the 0-3 month clothes, now, as well as the newborn. Some of the onesies you're too big for (note: Gerber "newborn" runs smaller than Carters "newborn"). And you are the cutest thing ever. Oddly, neither your daddy nor i looks good in yellow. you? Look perfect in yellow. (OK, and every other color known to man.) How did i do that?

you are starting to have the little pout i always associate with breastfed babies. I do not know if the litle pout actually has anything to do with breastfeeding, or if it is just the way some kids are shaped. But. This makes me happy. It makes me think i am being a good mom (that, and M telling me, liz, you're being a good mom).

They say you can tell who i am by my smell. Which seems plausible enough - you know who i am by something, anyway. You know who M is, too, but he hasn't got that somehow calming reek of old blood and gone milk. Lucky man.

Labels: baby, mamadom, milestones

scrawled @ 11:27