Two weeks, one day old and The Chieftain is trying to walk and crawl. It's funny, amazing, and heartrending all at the same time. Most of his 'tummy time' is spent not on the bed, but on my torso when I'm not quite fully reclined. Or after we've attempted to burp him (he's already a belcher). It' so damned cute, he struggles to push with his little feets - actually, he does that well - but he hasn't quite got the arm thing down yet. He gets really frustrated and makes these nnnggah! noises. Then he starts to cry. That's the part that gets me.
Obviously, I am doomed. Looks like I will be the typical Oversensitive Mom. Which sucks, because I was hoping to be the Cool And Collected Mom That Nothing Bothers In Public Even Though She Might Cry In Private.
Oh well.
Never having been in the constant company of a newborn before, I'm really surprised by how fast he's progressing. I realize that in Animal World terms human babies are ridiculously slow to learn new stuff, but I'm impressed! So is my mom, she says she doesn't remember me being like this, yet I'm sure most babies are, I just never knew it.
Which reminds me, I totally get the baby thing now. Previous to The Chieftain, I thought babies were cute and all, but hold one? Er, no, thanks. I'll simply stare enviously from afar, cheers*. And I'm beginning to understand while people mourn the passing of infancy. Babies really are fascinating as they develop, though. Already he's opening his eyes wider, taking in the world, although he can't really focus yet. He's trying to sit up, too, with that wide-eyed look that should mean something beyond 'wth is that?'.
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As for making him wait when he cries, er, that's not really for him as it is, um, for me. See, I'm trying to train myself not to run to him at every peep and squeak, because I know that if I don't start now, well, it'll be bad, later on. And rougher on him, because he won't understand why, and that'll just be even more frustrating for him. Besides, I last all of about 15 seconds at this point. :-P
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The UTI seems to be leaving, but I do suspect that a yeast infection is raising its ugly head instead. If so, I'm sure it's because of the stupid pads I've been wearing since the c-section, but since the lochia appears to have dried up, I'm going to forego the pads for now.
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Is it possible for one boob to have little milk while the other goes into overdrive? Lefty is having issues, with a painful nipple to boot. I will never be so grateful for the pump now that my little horker is eating more and more often.
ETA: apparently I have flat nipples now. Before my boobs changed, I had the typical pencil eraser nips, yet now the boobs have gotten (even) bigger, my nipples don't protrude any further out. I hear nipple shields are The Work Of The Devil, but I've got two on order in hopes that some day I'll be able to feed on demand rather than bottle on demand. I'll be calling the local LC tomorrow (did I mention she's a doula, nurse, and bellydancer? no?) for help, too.
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Well, it's only taken me 5 hours to write this post (had to take a little detour via YouTube and Amazon), so I guess I'll post it now. Or something.
Oro and The Chieftain, out
* In the British sense, which is not only a toast, but said as a 'thank you' as well. Took me 10 years before I fell under its spell, and even now I can't stop using it. Addictive little word.