Little Kite Girl

So, I’ve been a Mom for about 3 weeks now.  Being home is nice, much nicer than the hospital.  And the trend of unexpected things continues.  First of all, Camper lost his belly button and pee pee ring.  Now, when he was curcumsized I asked the doctor if the pee pee ring would just come off…or dangle.

He said it may dangle.

Which began over a week of anticipation of an awkward diaper moment when he has a dangling ring hanging off his you know and me freaking that it’s hurting him and not wanting to pull at it or hold him because it might rip it off and scar him for life.

When John changed his diaper this morning it was just chillin’ in there, not connected to anything.  PHEW.  The baby is now able to be bathed, which makes me hope that we can create a bedtime routine sometime soon.  Bath with lavender soap, food, BED.  We’ll see.

Other than that, I’ve officially got mastitis.  It’s not all out bad right yet…luckily we caught it fast.  All I have to say is WOW, fun.  What was really fun was a trip to the BYU urgent care center to see an old guy who went and got a chaperon before he examined me, although my husband AND son were in the room.  He gave me a perscription but said that I should try and take care of it naturally first (something I subscribe to, because of my allergy to pennicilin I try not to overtake any of the antibiotics I CAN take) so guess who’s pumping again.  Just tonight I’ve begun to reevaluate if breastfeeding is the best choice for me- been reading a lot again and taking into account lots of different things, so we will see.  I think I may be prone to mastitis in general for reasons I won’t get in to…so we will see.  It would seem like a waste after all the education I’ve recieved with regard to pumping and breastfeeding.  But at least my choice will be an educated one.

Other new things: I’ve learned how Mom’s can get through most of the day without showering.  It is the result of waking up, feeding a baby who spits up all over himself, then thinking “I’ll just change him real quick and then jump in the shower while he naps” and then having him pee on his FACE while changing his diaper.  Then, of course, my duty is to my child, who I could have possibly let sit in a wee bit of spit up while I shower, but I can NOT let him sit with remnants of pee on his face.  So I bath him, which he screams through, and then give him the boob because he’s freaking out, and then I’m so hungry I could die…so I eat.  Next time I look at the clock it’s 1pm and I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.  Amazing.

Also, my house is getting progressively messier.  John is a big help, when I start crying he starts straightening up and doing the dishes (and he does a lot of pre-crying work, too) and that helps…but I think I might use this opportunity to try and get over the OCD that took over a large part of life while pregnancy hormones reigned.  We will see.

Hmmm…what else?  Oh yeah, I used to go to the bathroom every hour, at least.  An empty bladder is a happy bladder, I always say.  I think I need to get over it and figure out how to pee while holding Camper.  Is that wrong?  Not as wrong as a happy combo UTI/Mastitis infection.

I have an ever growing list of things I really want to get done.  Camper’s baby book, a journal detailing the events of his birth, etc.  Thank you notes for everyone who has helped us, some small monument erected in the backyard in honor of my mother who helped me SO MUCH.  You know, the usual stuff.  But I still find myself in the same cycle: wake, pee, feed Camper, eat something, wash 1 thing in the house, fall alseep…start again.

And finally- we DID get new winter shoes.  Hello plushy boots!  Not a knockoff this time.  Sweeeet.