- Matthew had his second (and next-to-last) orthopedic follow-up yesterday. His bone is healing and though it's "curved" (the fracture was displaced slightly) it will remodel and straighten out over the coming months, without causing him any problems and unnoticed by the casual observer (you can feel the knobby callous on the fracture site and the curve of the bone if you palpate it carefully). His next (and final) follow-up will be at one year, to do one last x-ray and confirm the bone is healed and straightened out. He's already good as new; he moves his left arm as much and with the same range of motion as his right. Babies are a miracle.
- He's not colicky but he does get pretty fussy in the evenings. The poor thing has been gassy and has an every-other-day pooping schedule that makes him uncomfortable until the shitstorm arrives. And oh, how. He likes being in the Moby wrap, so at least I have that in my arsenal. And he loves nursing. (Wish my nipples didn't mind it so much.)
- He's nursing like a champ. We still use the occasional (pretty rare now) bottle of formula, mostly at night when I've already been nursing him for freaking hours on end and he still won't sleep. KB steps in with the bottle and lets me go to back to bed. It's a decent trade-off for all involved. I think the formula has been exacerbating his gassiness, so less of that is better. But my nipples, lordy are they sore from all the nursing. And the occasional gummy chomp when he's a little too enthusiastic about his milk from this mama cow. Ow. But also, good that it's happening (the nursing). But also, ow. I'm holding off on pumping until my nipples are less chomped-upon-feeling and/or we decide to send him to the Montessori school (and I still don't know when I will do that, since we have a part-time nanny now whom I love and can stay with us through the spring and maybe the summer; but Jackson has done so well in school that I want Matthew to have that experience, too, so we'll see).
- Sleep. Who is getting any? Jackson and the dog. Matthew naps well during the day for hours at a time, waking up to nurse about every 3 hours or so, but in the late evening is wide awake and not at all interested in sleeping. So I nurse and nurse and nurse him and he just stays awake. And then is up every 1-2 hours (we get the occasional 3-hour stretch a few times a week). I hope it turns around soon. It's frustrating.
- My sister's visit over Thanksgiving was just meh. She's still not trying very hard to find a job and remains insistent that she "deserves" to hold out for her dream job. I wish she could understand that most of us are doing something short of a dream job, because we have other adult responsibilities that require income and benefits as a priority, and/or that most dream jobs turn out to have downsides like any other. They are better as fantasies, usually. And not worth draining every penny of scant savings and cashing out a meager 401K and living off of benefit-free unemployment indefinitely. But alas. She also played a good game of Top That! even when she asked about my labor. I barely got out the words, "Well, it was kind of rough..." before she started in with stories about her friend so-and-so and HER labor and her other friend so-and-so and HER labor. She didn't even hear the story at all (other than me interrupting her to say it culminated in Matthew having a broken arm, so she would know to be careful with him) until some friends stopped by and asked me about it and then listened(!) to the story. As KB said, perhaps this was an example to my sister of how a conversation is shared between two people, that it is not a soliloquy for one. She actually did pay for her hotel stay but complained about it (even though I prepaid, she let them charge her card which was required for incidentals and is now claiming that Marriott requires in-person presentation of a card and will not permit pre-payment, which of course is bullshit; she's constantly and habitually lying about stupid things like this just to argue) -- I am calling to move the charges to my card and will pay for her stay in a couple of weeks. I'm still pissed that she could afford THREE vacations and twice-weekly bar crawls and concerts with friends since losing her job, but apparently can't afford an inexpensive hotel stay for family, but it's not worth the hassle of never hearing the end of it. And I am *thisclose* to telling her how tired I am of her Top That! routine, the constant lying/exaggerating about everything (if we disagree, or present reality as an alternative when she's ridiculously off-base, she argues, pouts, and throws a hissy fit; it's a delight). Her upcoming stay is just a few days and they're filled with plans to see the city light displays, Christmas dinner at my sister-in-law's house, and playing with new toys. So she can either get on board and enjoy or sit around and be a lazy lump, it's no matter to me. She's headed back down a bad road and I will not follow. I've dealt with over 20 years of this up and down cycle and I'm Seacrest, out. I've reached my limit for bullshit tolerance.
- Left field: I'm contemplating whether I want to keep this blog going or not. I'm not sure there's anything left for me to say about infertility, being pregnant, giving birth, or whatever. There's plenty to say today and every day going forward about parenting a toddler and a newborn, but I don't know if writing about it is useful or worthwhile. So, thinking.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
What To Say
So many things.