We're doing well, even though I haven't posted lately. I guess I've been feeling a little down...the second month has been a little difficult for everyone. On the great side, our baby girl is smiling, starting to coo and reacting to different things. She's still getting longer and is fun to entertain. My mom has made her some really cute outfits and I'm getting faster at putting them on her. This has been a challenge but I'm learning how to distract her while getting her dressed (as well as putting in her eyedrops). Score one for the momma.
We think we've found her pediatrician, who was nice and not too much of a pain in the @#$ about my milk. At this point no one is sure if she does have silent reflux or if it's severe colic or what, but one thing that is sure is that something is going on in her little tummy during and right after feedings, but only sometimes. When this happens, she can't/won't eat.
One thing I wasn't expecting was all the hoohah about breastfeeding. LLL has been a great source of support for me. Doctors automatically told me I didn't have enough milk. It was up to me to prove that I did, and I had to do this by weighing before and after each feeding which is a right old pain, let me tell you. One even asked, "Do you have enough milk?" and when I said "Yes, I do," continued with "Well, mothers always say that but they really don't..." She was going to continue but I interrupted her with my stats, so she was forced to admit that there wasn't a problem in that area. I get frustrated with this, but what can you do.
I am also feeling the distance from my friends and family. People whom I shall not name have also been giving me crap about breastfeeding (including people who don't even have breasts themselves) -- do you have enough milk? You must not have enough milk. Maybe your milk isn't nourishing enough. You have to drink a lot of milk to make milk. You aren't eating enough. You need to drink more water. And the list goes on. Even if my own family were giving me this much crap, at least I know they'd try to give a compliment or two to try to balance out the suggestions of how to improve. That's the American way, and so far from the French way, as my husband says.
I don't say much back, but the truth is that I am doing the best I can. I am being the best mother I can possibly be to my daughter. I try to be as patient as I can with those who, like me, are concerned about her welfare, but sheesh. The comments put me on the defensive and I just need to remember "water, duck's back." My new (temporary) motto is "It definitely could be worse." And, let's face it, I'm overly sensitive and just need to move on. Our baby does well most of the time, and in fact many people don't seem to believe us about the nights since she's a lovely, fun, cute, smiley baby during the day when she's not hungry or in her state of crises.
So. Moving on.
We've had our current printer for about 2 and a half years and thought it was a complete piece of junk for just about the entire time we've had it. Shortly after buying it, we noticed that it would jam up at times or only partially print documents. Printing for us was completely a matter of trial and error, and I developed a knack of holding the paper just like this and praying not to get (yet another) paper cut.
This week, however, my husband managed to find the solution to our printing problem, which would be pretty funny if this hadn't gone on for YEARS: an IKEA pencil was lodged somewhere in its innards and was wreaking constant havoc. Years, people. Think of all the paper, not to mention bandaids, we could have saved if we'd only discovered this sooner.
Now I have a slightly longer list of things to do when technology fails: 1) check plugs. 2) restart. 3) verify lack of IKEA pencil, and perhaps that little paper tape measure as well. 4) call husband.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Posted by Pardon My French at 11:17 PM