I don’t normally pimp posts like this, but this was so funny that it made me cry. Cry from laughing, not boob pain. I think it was all the pictures because it reminds me of something my mom would do.
Monthly Archive for May, 2006
It’s mastitis, Internet. I’ve got the mastitis.
And let me tell you it sucks. It hurts. BAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD.
I’ve been battling blocked ducts in my right breast ever since we went to Illinois almost two weeks ago and it finally became the dreaded mastitis yesterday afternoon. I think if I knew better what I was experiencing I would have caught it sooner before the pain became excruciating and I started getting a good fever on. My fabulous and most wonderful new doctor at KU Med fit me in yesterday evening even though she was all booked up, and gave me some muchly needed antibiotics.
Yesterday I was in so much pain that it made my cry, as did the helpless feeling – it is my boob! My boob! It cannot be escaped. So when I would cry Nick would get really freaked out and cry too. Poor Mike. When he got home from work we were both hysterically crying. Then when we got home from the doctor we were both hysterically crying. So he fed the baby some dinner and I put the offending boob in an anti-gravity chamber (aka a bath) which helped a bit. As did 800mg of Ibuprofen and Sleepytime Plus tea with Valerian. Yea drugs! That only helped for a while though and I had a pretty miserable night. On the bright side I am feeling like a new woman today! Well, a new woman with one very ugly and painful boob, but still. I took some pictures which I will NOT be posting here. Let me tell you it is impressive though. It is like nothing I’ve ever experineced before and I hope to never experience it again.
All this disgusting boobness has made me decide to wean the young man. I’m not going to make him go cold turkey, more like luke-warm turkey. But it will be happening soon. The doctor said clogged ducts and mastitis are very common early on in nursing and at around one year. What the hell?!? First, why doesn’t anyone tell you these things up front so you know to take extra care at those times? And second, what the hell is wrong with my body? I really don’t get physiology sometimes. It seems counter productive for our bodies to be so hostile when all we’re trying to do is feed our babies. What did cavewomen do? Did they have all these issues or are they a product of our new and improved society? It’s probably the damn cell phones or something.
I have a lot of things to write about that do not include boobs or mastitis but they will have to wait until another time. Right now those things are all I can think about. I hope you’ve enjoyed today’s post!
Hello Internet, remember me? I know it has been a while since my last post but I’ve been busy. Seriously. I have!
The memorial party for my sister was on Saturday at my Dad’s house in Savoy, IL so I’ll write more about that later here and on her website. We got into town Friday afternoon and have been enjoying a very laid back week in good ol’ C-U. For the most part the boy has been very well behaved. He is, of course, still practicing his zombie impression in which he is compelled to not sleep… must. keep. moving. braaaaaains…
I’m sitting here at Pages For All Ages bookstore and cafe, a belly full of tasty lunch (pomegranite and blackberry smoothie, yummy!) and catching up on my emails thanks to their free wi-fi. Gotta love the wi-fi. The Baby Daddy is sitting here next to me holding said baby, and gosh if they aren’t just the cutest thing. Mike makes kissy noises at Nick and he opens his mouth and gives his Daddy big drooly kisses over and over. He sure does love his Daddy. Oh, and now he is making farting noises on his arm.
Nick has made some new discoveries this week: he now waves bye-bye and can unlatch Preston’s dog kennel door. I tell you that kid is always watching — he sees you do it once and its all over. He puts it all in the bank for later.
He has been having a wonderful time here with his Grandma and Grandpa, whom he adores. They got him a wagon that ge’s been trucked all over the place in already. He seriously digs it. We took him to Allerton Park in it the other day and walked around a bunch. We also scattered some of Erin’s ashes in the Sunken Garden there. She always loved being at Allerton, so now she always will be.
Well Mike is demanding that I give him back his laptop RIGHT NOW. I guess he’s been pretty patient. I’ll write more and post some pictures here and on Karrmedia when we get back home. For now I’m going to enjoy some peaceful relaxation while somebody else chases around my baby, and spend some quality time with my family. Life is good.
Mother’s Day/Nick’s First Birthday was very nice. Nick woke up at 6am and then I couldn’t go back to sleep, but it was okay because he had only woken up twice during the night. I puttered around the house for a while, read Mike’s very nice letter to me, and then we went to brunch at the Grand St. Cafe which was darn tasty. Next we went to pick out a tree for my Mom at the nursery, a beautiful flowering Locust. Then Mike, my Mom, Nick, and I all went out to the Johnson County botanical gardens for a nice walk. We saw tons of flowers and walked all over the place, even though it was pretty chilly and Mike was tottering around like he was nine months pregnant with waffles.
Nick has been behaving wonderfully for a while now — he is so busy playing all the time and has become quite independent. Mom and Bob got him a Kangaroo Climber play structure for his birthday that he loves. Between that and the mylar “Happy Birthday” balloon I got him he’s kept himself entertained all day! He wanders around, always with the balloon in one hand, and plays, plays, plays. He is one busy little dude.
Dearest Nicholas,
Happy Birthday! I can’t believe its been a whole year since you were born. This has been the craziest year of my life. You came into the world and so much changed for all of us.
I want to you know that we always wanted you. Your Dad and I knew we would have you and eagerly awaited the day you would arrive. We waited almost two years after we got married to start cooking you — and sprang into action as soon as we found out that your Dad’s best friend Chris and his wife Lisa were pregnant. Mike’s exact words were “He’s not gonna beat me!” and you were conceived that night, which incidentally was your Dad’s 27th birthday. (They did, of course, beat us and had Emma a month and a half before you were born)
I suspected I was pregnant because your weirdo Dad said I smelled different. Then I got very tired a lot, so I decided to take a test. I took eight of them. The first one had the faintest pink line that I thought I had imagined it. The lines got progressively darker until the last test that I took just because I liked seeing that line.
This year you have learned to hold up your head, then roll over, then sit up, then crawl, then cruise, and finally to walk. You have learned to play with toys, chase the dog and cats, give “5,” give kisses. You have popped through 12 teeth, which is crazy. You like to say “cat” a lot. I think you almost exploded the day we took you to Wayside Waifs to pick out a cat for Grandma Sarah. You were whipping your head around in every different direction and yelling “Cat! Cat! Cat! Cat! Cat!” You sure do love the kitties. I think it is wonderful how much you love your Dad, I just wish you didn’t always say “Dada” when you’re happy and “Mama” when you’re mad.
It amazes me all the time how quickly you have grown and matured and learned so many new things. On the day you were born the midwife said she’d never seen a baby with hands and feet as big as yours and I knew we were in trouble. You are a big boy and always eager to learn all you can, eat what we are eating, play with the big kids. You go and go and go until you are so tired that you collapse. I can’t believe that in only one year you have learned all this and grown so much! You have already learned to climb the baby gate and open the toilet lid, and have just started trying to turn the door handles. We are in trouble.
You have been the best thing that has ever happened to our family. It has been very tough at times, sometimes I have wanted to go get in the car and start driving and never come back. But I have never done this, and have always been happy with my decision. For all the trials there have been so many more things that have made my life better, happier and more fulfilling. I do not remember what life was before you were in it and I don’t want to, because my life truly started when you came along.
I think we are all so blessed that you got to spend the first nine months of your life with your Aunt Erin. She loved you more than anyone has ever loved a baby. She would hold you on her lap and talk to you in your squeely baby language and just laugh and laugh. She could get you to fall asleep when no one else could — she would hold you in her arms and sashay around and you were completely powerless to resist her. When she took you for walks on the Plaza someone would stop her every ten feet to coo at you and she called you The Chick Magnet. I wish she could be around to see you grow up, but I know wherever she is she will always be watching over you.
I love you more and more every day as we both discover who you are as a person. You make me laugh all the time. You make me very, very tired. But more than anything you make me happy. I can’t wait to see what you’ll be up to next.
Love, Mama
