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July 27, 2009
Update, update; or, the 3rd time's the charm; or, this one should last ya a few days, anyway
Isn't it funny how when you're feeling the postpartum hormones, you think you're not feeling any hormones, but then, as they slowly return to slightly more normal, you suddenly realize that four months ago, you were a raving lunatic, and you can probably blame it all on the postpartum hormones? I can already hear my friend K (and K, I know you're reading this, so "hi, K!") saying, "I told you so!" Well, yes, maybe you did, but wow, those hormones are something. They knock you over on your butt and you didn't even know they hit you. Although, the pronouncement "let's have another baby" about 6 hours after baby S's arrival should have been a clue.
Baby S and I are pleased to report that we're still successfully nursing in the evening and overnight hours. I'm honestly a little surprised how well this has all worked out. Every once in awhile, I think if I worked at it, I could probably bring my milk supply up, but then I think, why bother? Why fix something that isn't broken? (and, if YOU think it's broken, no need to tell me so!)
J had his big old 8th birthday this last week. I still woke up in the middle of the night to celebrate his birth, which, of course, was in the middle of the night because apparently that's when my children are born. He decided to have a low-key sort of birthday/surprise party this year, except that the surprise was that he didn't want his friends to know it was his birthday. So they got to our house for the little outing, and J announced, "surprise! it's my birthday!!" By then, he didn't care that they didn't bring presents because we'd been celebrating his birthday all week anyway.
[What follows next is an odd collection of photos--I was trying to find this first one, but I kept uploading the wrong one because my computer wouldn't show me the thumbnail, and I was too impatient to do anything else but guess. It's one of those days I suppose.]
Here are J and S, doing what sibs do best:
And, this is Domo, who has recently taken up residence at our house. I believe that he has become a way of externalizing all of the crap that C is putting up with from the arthritis (see more below). At any rate, sometimes Domo kicks C's butt, and makes us all laugh, and sometimes we can't wait to toss Domo out in the snow bank (but there's no snow yet, thankfully)
And here is S, with her Papa: 
If you've been following things of late, it turns out that Papa (AKA, C) has a fairly significant form of arthritis, and his is situated in the lower back. He's getting treatment, but it takes awhile to take effect, and I am amazed by his ability to withstand so much pain everyday, as well as the side effects from the medication he's taking to alleviate the pain. This is not an easy journey, and not one he should be experiencing so young. There's still a little more to his story yet unknown, but we have more adventures in store before we'll be able to tell those tales, so stay tuned, I guess.
I think my mother is tired of me remarking on how long S seems. She really is a rather tall baby. At six months, she can already fit into her size 12 month onesies, and other things that ideally would be lasting for several more months or weeks at least, are clearly not going to be fitting for much longer at all.
She's working on the crawl these days, and this is very new to us. With J (who had a medical condition, including a colostomy bag on his abdomen), we never really had the crawl, and I didn't notice it until now. S is a VERY active baby! And, she is slowly working on the crawl, but I figure we'd better enjoy it while we can ("it" being that she's not really that mobile yet) because the time will come soon when we'll all need to look out.
J especially. We keep asking him to take care of his legos, but they remain everywhere. I've come to believe that legos just become part of the fabric of one's house. I mean, maybe someday I won't have legos...nah. I'm sure there'll always be one in the carpet, and one in the couch somewhere, and one tucked into the furnace grating. I just hope baby S doesn't ingest very many. Is that really too much to ask?
Posted by chri1010 at July 27, 2009 9:43 PM | Family Matters
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Legos are tastey! the yellow ones are my favorite.
Posted by: Orange County Dermatologist at October 8, 2009 11:29 PM