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Happy Chanuka to those of the tribe.
It has been quite some time since I updated my journal, eh?
Elizabeth was born 2 weeks late on October 12th after a natural and obscenely long labor. Ten fingers, ten toes, and all that good stuff. She spent the first 4 hours of her life screaming at the top of her lungs, then refused to eat for 4 days. It was heartbreaking. One of the women on a check-in of mine said her labor was short, easy, and her baby was a champion nurser from the beginning - "I was obviously meant to be a mother!" Nu, what does that say about me?
On the bright side, my body felt 100% within a couple days. It's taking much longer to heal emotionally. I spent the first couple weeks sobbing day and night, and I've just been in a bit of a blue funk since, but we're starting to adjust. Eliza has such horrible colic - she screams and scrunches up for hours a day. On top of that, she's a very high-need baby. She has to be in skin-to-skin contact with one of us 24/7 or cries inconsolably, which is a separate issue from the colic. She happiest during the daytime before the gas hits. Her first real smiles started just a few weeks ago. That sounds like a small thing, but in light of her problems, a grin from her can brighten up my day. I have so much love for this little girl.
Despite my always-full arms, I've been able to resume a few of my usual activities. Last month, I figured out how to type 2-handed while NAK - all those mispeligns were driving me batty. I resumed knitting around Thanksgiving.
I haven't read any fiction in the last couple months. I'll have to change that. I've found myself thinking a lot about Bertie and Jeeves lately. I read in a magazine blurb last week that Hugh Laurie was in a TV series. Holy shit - I didn't recognize him from the photo at all. What's more, I have a hard time picturing Bertie as a cantankerous doctor. Then in the Sunday paper, there was a review of Wodehouse: A Life, a new bio. Someone's trying to tell me something. Yes, Bertie and Jeeves are just the fellows to help me survive two weeks in Wisconsin.
Speaking of Wisconsin, I've been fantasizing about cancelling the trip. That's not going to happen, obviously (we can't turn our backs on $1,000 of plane tickets), but it's mighty tempting.
It has been quite some time since I updated my journal, eh?
Elizabeth was born 2 weeks late on October 12th after a natural and obscenely long labor. Ten fingers, ten toes, and all that good stuff. She spent the first 4 hours of her life screaming at the top of her lungs, then refused to eat for 4 days. It was heartbreaking. One of the women on a check-in of mine said her labor was short, easy, and her baby was a champion nurser from the beginning - "I was obviously meant to be a mother!" Nu, what does that say about me?
On the bright side, my body felt 100% within a couple days. It's taking much longer to heal emotionally. I spent the first couple weeks sobbing day and night, and I've just been in a bit of a blue funk since, but we're starting to adjust. Eliza has such horrible colic - she screams and scrunches up for hours a day. On top of that, she's a very high-need baby. She has to be in skin-to-skin contact with one of us 24/7 or cries inconsolably, which is a separate issue from the colic. She happiest during the daytime before the gas hits. Her first real smiles started just a few weeks ago. That sounds like a small thing, but in light of her problems, a grin from her can brighten up my day. I have so much love for this little girl.
Despite my always-full arms, I've been able to resume a few of my usual activities. Last month, I figured out how to type 2-handed while NAK - all those mispeligns were driving me batty. I resumed knitting around Thanksgiving.
I haven't read any fiction in the last couple months. I'll have to change that. I've found myself thinking a lot about Bertie and Jeeves lately. I read in a magazine blurb last week that Hugh Laurie was in a TV series. Holy shit - I didn't recognize him from the photo at all. What's more, I have a hard time picturing Bertie as a cantankerous doctor. Then in the Sunday paper, there was a review of Wodehouse: A Life, a new bio. Someone's trying to tell me something. Yes, Bertie and Jeeves are just the fellows to help me survive two weeks in Wisconsin.
Speaking of Wisconsin, I've been fantasizing about cancelling the trip. That's not going to happen, obviously (we can't turn our backs on $1,000 of plane tickets), but it's mighty tempting.