and so it goes

Was a hard week for our family, as we lost a treasured new addition suddenly and without warning.

Go kiss your little ones.

On a lighter note, here's my dad, Miss E, and her daddy, hangin' on the couch having a chat.

I went home to Michigan for a few days, so my mom could smooch her baby. New job for mom (yay!) means no more extraneous vacation time (boo!), and my dad did a round-trip twice so I could be there for a few days. Sadly, tragedy hit and my mom flew to Phoenix. So expect future photos of Gram and Grampa here in Chicago in the next coupla weeks.

It has happened, by the bye, that Emelia has become fun! Although she still sleeps like a quadrillion hours, marked by fits of eating/pooping/peeing, when she is awake she is engaging. Typically, E wakes up ready to giggle and coo at her monkey-mirror. If we're lucky, she then turns the charm on us. O what a pleasure she has become!

the creature sleeps

Some days are like this. Emelia exploded last night, puke-wise, and didn't sleep until 2.30am. Not that late, but it was a crazy evening of bathing, puking some more, eating some more, whining, then aaahhhhh sleep.
Now, however, she still sleeps and it is 6.30pm the next day. What gives? Is there a clock in the universe that is recording this, taking away hours from me in the future? possibly. Only the shadow knows.

Tomorrow, E and I are heading home courtesy of Grampa's Round-Trip Tours. Hopefully, the grandparents will be sated and E can experience Michigan love.

Next time, I want there to be some fly-fishing! As it is, I hope to crochet and/or knit in the long hours in the car.

I had something else to say, but it's going to have to just wait til I have some memory to work with.

Still cute

Ok let's see how well I can type while nursing...found a good use for the nipple shield!

Anyway.
This was a good weekend, I think. My brain eventually needs to start keeping memories or else school is going to be a tragedy in the fall. Mmm let's not ponder that any more than I already am; it's not pretty.
Emelia has been sleeping the majority of my preferred waking hours since last Thursday. Of course, night time is the favorite time to be awake! duh, it's in the baby handbook. During the day, she's been mostly just laid out, all jazz-hands (the automatic response of arms flailing).

This both disturbs me and doesn't, as she is awake enough to eat on and off during the day. Less nipple shield, more straight boob, even less bottle--maybe 1 a day, at night when the hunger pangs really hit and she wakes up til 3 or 4am. Poos like a champ, so I know she's getting sustenance, but it just doesn't feel like it. Therefore, I'm going to give it my best effort to write down the feedings this week. Not the diapers, unless they get negative somehow. The less I write, the more likely it is to be done.

On Saturday, we 3 went to a sling class at Be By Baby to learn how to use the slings that have been gifted to us (thanks Auntie Bleen!). It was a hard morning, as I tried for 2 hours previous to wake her up to eat and had to pump, feeding her the 2oz in the car on the way. Fun. The class ended up being worthy of the effort and also was taped by NPR producer Ashley Gross. Cool, I may be on the radio babbling away about baby wearing! Ha. Emelia was the real star of the class, sleeping while we tried her in and out of a few sling contaptions (really liked this one at $85, but going to try to just use our Maya wrap from Bleen. So far, this is working for us). When E awoke, she ate like "oh I always nurse without a problem", then won over the class with her coos and smiles. The queen.

Yesterday, went to the ole Target with my bud Cindy, who I think likes Emelia much more than just hanging with me! That was funner than the usual errand, and I of course forgot a few things. le sigh. Then last night, went out to dinner (D could go !yay!) with K&B to a local pub. Nope, not Perth, but a newer joint with bigger bathrooms and louder (ugh) music. Good food. Good company...and haha--good stories. Then of course, after sleeping through the craptastic reggae at the pub, Emelia woke up annoyed but still cute at home. Went through the customary boob/nip shield/fine-a-bottle, then E exploded about 5 gallons of half digested milk. ick. So she got a little bath from her daddy, ate a bit more, then required about an hour of D and I handing her back an forth, til finally we were able to sleep about 3ish. Eh, that was her waking time I guess, after sleeping all day. D and I also knew what we were in for (learning curve) and watched a disturbing but actually good movie.

This is fun. ALL the details no one wanted. Today has been more fun and cuteness included, so hopefully I can mark off today as "good". Well, other than calling the diaper service to complain about this week's delivery of 77 completely unusable diapers--what the fuck? I think there was an honest screw-up, so I'm just planning on getting an extra week tacked on. Back to le Targette to buy up some more Nature Baby Care! love these, by the bye. Tell your friends, or else xxoo

p.s. All that being typed/said, E is still going to town on the ole nipshield. After she spits up some of it, maybe mama can go to the store and buy beer!! Mommy drinks because you cry, honey...

p.p.s.

<--flowers, in varying states after 2 weeks.

by request

ok, so even though she kept us up for a while last night, here she is!

a good day

Well, this is progress. Although backsliding perhaps as early as tomorrow, or even! in a few hours, we did enjoy two days of good times with Emelia. Now she is cranky and crying. But oh my overall, it's been fun.
The coo-talk is increasing, as are hours spent awake and engaging. Breast-feeding is working a bit better with the introduction of the nip-shield, and only one bottle so far today. At the moment, I think we are all just tired. Which one of us will get sleep? Perhaps none. Ma is wanting us to visit so very very badly within the next two weeks so she and Daddy can help out, but that's a 4.5-hour drive each way for relief. So many things to be done here before school starts, I don't know that this idea is a relaxing one. Tempting. Since D can't go, I have an even harder decision to make. Why take a vacation without him?

Another activity today: I met Erika in person of the ole Redshirtknitting. Good times, good lunch. I wish I had more sleep, so I could've been better at conversation, but I think Erika was understanding enough. Cool to meet an internet friend in person!

Oh, and my supreme bad, in that I forgot to mention the appearance of other friends lately. Our internet guild, SOK, had its annual camping trip two weeks ago, which prompted a lovely visit by Ms Murphy and Anne, in town via Seattle. Last weekend, Dan & Nancy were in town from Baltimore and I even went out to dinner with them and our buddy Goo at the ole Park Grill (whilst D worked = boo)! Another first for me, a "babysitter", who really is an awesome friend Cindy who is willing to feed and do diapers for us, enabled this act of fun. My next expectation (HUGE drum-roll here) is for BLEEN to arrive in July!

Oh, and before I forget, Wigs for Kids is going to get 12" of my hair. D and I went scissor-crazy and I am now a short-haired woman. Nutty! Going to ring in the 2-month mark for little E tomorrow with less baggage, hair-wise anyway.

Everyone cross yer legs and hope I start to get some sleep soon! No promises on it making me sound more ... normal.

ah yes, the cuteness requirement...

after a recent bath...omg why can't she always be like this?

Are we there yet?

Wow!
I went away from my little bloggette, only to return to a plethora of comments ... ok, 10 is HUGE for me.
I have to say thanks to the advice, some of which I've tried already and some of which I doubt I will. All appreciated regardless.
My husband and I sit here, lifeless, at week 7-almost-8. That's 2 months for the slow ones. No offense. Anyway, I was up til 5:30am last "night" with a cranky, irrational spawn. She had a nice evening after a lovely day, and then exploded stomach juice at about midnight. From there on, it was tragedy in many parts. My guess is that her tummy remained ill at ease, but man, can't she just let me sit down a minute? Nopers. The Hubs being exhausted just couldn't physically help with the walking, so it was me all night. I spent what little brain space I had imagining how much I would miss this quality time with her. Like when she's 13 and calling me a Whore or something lovely.
Hey, it got me through the night/day.

Today has been better, with the pediatrician's reluctant recommendation of trying a nipple shield. Ever see this? little silicone wrapper to confuse the confused into thinking my flesh is a bottle. Works about 75% of the time in the past 3 days. Just had a wonderful little nursing experience however, that she just suddenly disrupted with screams of agony that where was I? Why wasn't I feeding her? Why the flogging?
um.
So The Hubs pulled out the bottle and gave her more opportunity-to-puke-juice (boob milk in a bottle). We shall see how the night goes.

maybe I'll get around to writing about how cute she is, her burbles, her recent expression to grabbing things with desire instead of just by accident. I love her noises, her smiles, her coos. I love her feetses, her belly, her eyes that change color daily. I love the chance to see who she will be.