Welp, Robert is now currently on the Amtrak headed for California. I waited up for him to get home from work last night so I could spend a little time with him helping to pack, but eventually he made me go and get myself some rest. About three hours of sleep anyway. Then we woke up, fed the baby, got ready and left for Seattle. I hate cities. I just do, no matter how old I get I will hate them. For someone who grew up on a practically deserted island at the time (not in any sort of Gilligan way though), the thought of a city is just disgusting. Everybody there looks like a background character of a more hardcore version of freakin' Little Shop Of Horrors (btw, I like that movie) and as though they could mug you at any second. I think I saw maybe three people the entire time we tried to get in or out of the damn place that didn't look as though they wander in back alleys and pull knives on people. They make me nervous to say the least.

Anyway, we brought Robert to the station and then tried to find our way out to go back home. For some reason, the way back to I5 was blocked by some huge marathon. After probably half an hour trying to wind our way out, we finally made it and Tommy started waking up and crying because he was hungry. He literally hadn't eaten in hours and I can't feed a baby in my lap while a car is moving. And I mean he was REALLY hungry, you could just tell from the sound. It was hard to listen to him screaming with an occasional 'MAMA!' and see actual tears and to not be affected by it. On the way home, we almost got hit by some idiot bus driver; the lady behind us gave us a thumbs up when she came next to us because of dad's nice swerve. We ran into a bunch of snow, cars knocked off onto the side of the road, wasn't pretty. Lots and LOTS of fire trucks and rescue crews and such dotted the highway. Took a long time to get home but we finally made it. I just grabbed the baby and diaper bag and ran into the house to avoid the snow, didn't even bother with the carrier, he was too hungry to wait anymore. Tommy was so happy to finally get fed. After that I got two more hours of sleep. Yay.

It's still snowing here. Tom's first snow day. Too bad the first part of it he couldn't enjoy because he was crying himself into a tantrum, but he got to see a little of it with his grandma when they went out to see if the chickens were still cuddled up under the bench outside.

Robert should be ending up down there at 2-3 AM and Candy and Larry will be there to pick him up. I know he's nervous about the whole thing, i don't really blame him. He doesn't remember a lot of his past at those ages; maybe this will help him discover his old self. I've tried calling him a couple times but I only get the voicemail. Poor Robert, he had no sleep last night, he's probably making up for it. His own damn fault for waiting to pack until the last freakin' minute. (rolls eyes) Well, for me, I have one of his baby pictures as my desktop image, so I feel kind of better seeing that. I probably shouldn't worry, he can take care of himself. But yeah. . .he should have taken the scarf with him, it may snow down there. Well, his own darn fault, i tried to give it to him, but noooooooooooo. . .Hope things go well with him and his mom.

I talked to Candy a bit earlier online, she said she and Larry hardly slept getting everything in their trailer ready for Robert's arrival. Robert took a pillow that can turn into a blanket, she said that would help a bit and that the dogs would probably keep him warm. xD That'll probably make Robert happy, I know he loves dogs. Still, I hope he's alright.

Well. What can I tell you about Tommy?

Tommy chuckled for the first time a few days ago. Today is the first time he sounded out 'hi' as well. It was so cute. xD He's getting so big; he keeps outgrowing his outfits! The other day we saw an 11 month old baby and he wasn't even as big as Tom is! And he was walking a bit and everything! =0 Mom is starting to call Tommy 'Paul' as in Paul Bunyan because he's so big and wants to find a blue toy ox for him to call 'Babe'. xD Tommy also took a bath with me again the other day and this time he did just fine. He even smiled and cooed when we were in there. Didn't splash or anything, but he still looked as though he had a good time.

I think he's already missing Daddy, I've heard a couple suspicious sounds that sounded like he was asking for him. Oh well. Mom advises I not say 'Daddy' or 'Nyeh nyeh' around him because it would just make him miss him more.

In more family matters un-discussed in the last episode, I'm also talking more to my cousins Nikki and Michelle via the internet, Nikki especially. It's pretty neat to see how their families are getting along and that they think of mine as well. x3

Anyway, I'm tired and have had too much chocolate, I think I may get some more milk and try to nap again if the baby isn't acting up which I think he is. . .Oh yeah, I gotta move the playmat off my bed, don't I? Ah well. See you guys later.


-Mandy

Visited the midwives yesterday for one last checkup and pap smear. On the way up, I ran into an old schoolmate from Elementary School who was going the same way, Chivon or Chiffon, or however you spell it. She recognized my name and I recognized hers. . .but I didn't have the heart to tell her that the only memory I had of her was when I asked in front of the class if she knew her name meant 'goat' in French. ><:;; Mom's fault, lol, she told me about it when I mentioned her name after I came home one day. At the time it had embarrassed her even though I thought it was just an interesting bit of knowledge. Now it just embarrasses me. I didn't want to bring it up and just make the both of us feel bad. Anyway, she has a daughter now, she's cute. x3

Well, Lynette took one last look there, pressed where the stitches were and gave me a breast exam and such. She said everything seemed perfectly fine and that I was pretty much healed up. Thank goodness. I really thought I'd bee in pain for much longer than that. Before that though, she asked me whether I considered the IUD or not and I told her I would just rather prefer taking the pills. I was kind of happy and surprised she immediately agreed with me and gave me a prescription for these mini ones which you can take while breastfeeding. I even have a time picked to take it everyday: 10 PM. Because for some reason I always think, '10 is when Graham Norton comes on'. I used to take my chest pain pills everyday for what, four years? And I only missed it about three times so I assume I'll be good with it.

I am glad I'm not in much pain anymore and that everything seems okay. Just a whole new experience for me, never sure what to expect even when you're told what will happen. Anyway, I don't have to go back there until next year for my next pap smear, yay! . . .I almost said 'huzzah', what a David word to say. . .not that that's bad, just weird.

I still have no idea what to get Robert. . .why doesn't he make a want list??? Okay, I have a couple little ideas but nothing concrete yet. But I have everybody else's presents pretty much. And I still need to check the post office website, dang it. . .

Robert's going off on Sunday to take the train down to meet his mom down in Cali. Gonna be kind of sad not to have him around for a couple of days, but that's alright. I made him promise to take pictures and such since the last I ever saw California, I was about 3 months old. Can't say I have any memories of it, lol. xD But yeah. I think Tommy will be sad to not have Daddy around either, he loves him a lot. Anyway, this is a nice late birthday present and early Christmas present for his mom; her birthday is today actually. I wanted to send her the cutest e-card with these kittens mewing 'Happy Birthday' but apparently you have to pay for it. What, who pays for an e-card??? Well, I'll find her something nice; we also sent them some treats from Swiss Colony, hope they like those.

Grandpa sent us a letter and a check for twenty dollars for Tommy yesterday. Apparently Grandma's still not remembering things very well, but medically she's doing better; I've heard that the nurses who come in to help take care of her always have a good time. Mom says that Grandpa's thinking the end is getting pretty near for them. . .which is pretty sad. But I suppose it'll happen eventually. Some of my most fondest memories are of my grandparents; some certain things make me remember their house on the island and how comfortable and carefree it was there. It always makes me calm to think about it. I remember a couple years ago when they were writing out their newest will, I didn't take the idea of them dying well either back then. I remember when my uncle basically asked for the paintings and all the stuff that was worth a bunch of money, when I was asked what I would want all I could think of where bits of family history, like Grandpa's letters to Grandma during WW2.

I suppose that's why a lot of things with the new generation bother me, nobody ever appreciates their history or past anymore it seems. Everybody loved the new Transformers movie (I didn't, but that's because I'm old fashioned I suppose), but all I could think of was 'How in the world could you sell off your family's history like it was nothing just for a car?' That to me feels like a deep insult to the people who came before you.

. . .I must not be in a good mood, I'm brooding again and pretty much just noticed it. I'll move on.

Anyway, they're doing okay, Grandpa's keeping himself busy with the pool and probably church as well.

In other family news, Grandpa says my Great Uncle Ray is apparently being taken off of his defibrillator and that he may end up dying soon because his heart is really bad. It doesn't seem like mom or dad would be interested in representing the family if it does happen, so I've volunteered. I've never been to a funeral. I don't really think I'll ever want to, but I would rather go to one as a representative then have no one go at all. From what I remember, Great Uncle Ray is a nice guy so I wouldn't mind anyway. He and Great Aunt Betty (who prefers to be known as just Aunt Betty) live up in Seattle I think, so it's not too bad. Robert's been to many funerals he says. Kind of sad.

Candy also wants to open a savings account for Tommy for college or a house or something in the future; I talked it over with mom and Robert and they like the idea, so I told her it was okay. I feel kind of bad though. . .I mean, she and Larry don't have that much money so I don't know if it's a really good idea or not. My savings account that an uncle gave to me I haven't touched yet; only a couple of times I would have to use the interest, but other than that I've left it alone. Mom tells me years ago I showed him the bank book and how much I was saving that he was really proud of me. He was apparently really into stocks and bonds and it was important to him that an investment was worth it, so my saving it made him very happy.

Hold on, feeding a stuffy baby.

Candy sent me more pictures of Robert and his sister Shannon that Aunt Gail found. One goes along with my favourite (the Elton John outfit one) only this time the hat is off and you can see how bright orange his hair is. It's so cute. XD

(sigh) I'm trying to be in a good mood but it's just not happening at the moment. I'll write about stuff some other time, I'm gonna go lay back down with the baby. See ya.

Sunday, Robert fed Tommy for the first time. It was a little strange for him at first but when Tommy finally took the whole nipple in, he had no problems. It was cute. *squeeze, squeeze* "Now you know how I feel, right?" XD It was funny. Tommy also tried to say 'daddy'! At least it sounded like he tried to, only he's not developed enough to make d's yet, so only the vowels came out.

Yesterday I finally got to go out and do Christmas shopping. I wanted to go without the baby and make it a Robert/Mandy outing (because it's been forever since we had some decent time alone; also I didn't want Tom to risk catching any bugs) but mom kept insisting that she didn't know whether or not he would take a bottle from her. Come on, she did it before with formula! Granted, he hated it, but I doubt that would influence him. It's not like I ask for a lot of help with the baby or stick her with him all the time, because I don't, I do it myself. She even gets sad when I don't FIND an excuse to let her have him for a while. When I came up with the idea of letting her have the baby for a couple hours every D&D day (whenever we all go back to it, everybody's busy at the moment) she liked the idea. Eh, oh well. There's a bottle in the fridge, I'll ask tomorrow if she wants to try, lol. :P

Anyway, got the Christmas shopping basically done, baby crying in the cart all the way. There was a cool guy in the line behind us, had good taste in food. xD Also the lady at the register was the same one who automatically had left my candy out for me to have when I was pregnant. They were both nice to talk to. After that I went to the post office people to ask them about what sort of things I can and can't send to Holland because I wanted to send Tao a little Christmas present. He said he didn't know and to check the website, still need to do that. I think i can still send them though. And yes, I bought them already, just little things, lol. xD

Today's the first day I'm not wearing a pad. I've been wearing one ever since I had the baby every single day and today I'm FREE! z0mg. Well, okay, I ran out and figured I didn't really need one anyway. So yeah. It feels nice to not be wearing one of those stupid things -.-

Oh yeah, lol; Today we found out Tommy's word for Daddy.

'NYEH NYEH'! XDDDD

Mom asked, "Do you know what 'nyeh nyeh' means?" For some reason Robert said he did, even though he didn't, and once he went out to see the baby, he quieted right down. "So 'nyeh nyeh' means 'daddy', huh?" After a couple of minutes on my own, I suddenly realized WHY Tommy calls him that.

Robert has a tendency to like to imitate LittleKuriboh's version of Joey, at least Joey's catchphrase 'nyeh'. He's always singing Joey's part from 'Without Yugi'. . .which is just 'nyeh' over and over again. xDDDD It was so funny when I realized this a couple minutes later. XD "It's because of Yugioh Abridged!" Lol.

Other than that. . .oh yeah, I got completely covered in baby puke the other night right after a nice bath. Why must he always pick a time when I'm clean????

Anyway, i gotta go feed the boy; he's been eating all day so I made him wait two hours and that time frame just ended, so i'll go and get him. See ya.


-Mandy

Lol, okay, maybe I won't feed him; he made such a fuss that he used all his energy and is now asleep with Dad. XD Silly boy.

Heya. Well, I've now tried out the breast pump twice now, once on Tuesday and once yesterday. It's not too bad. Actually, it helps relieve a bit of pressure when I'm way too full. Usually I can just count on Tom to do that for me, but sometimes he ends up not having a lot and so I'm still stuck with being full. So yeah, it's a big help and I would recommend other mothers use them as well. The manual pumps, not the electronic ones. The manual ones may hurt your hand to pump a lot, but it's better than basically ruining your breasts with the electronic one. The manual you can control the pumping much easier. At some point, Robert will be able to feed him, I'll try and make him do it tonight or tomorrow because the first batch goes bad soon.

I needed a bath Thursday and so did Tommy, so I compromised and tried to take a bath with him. It started out alright; I had him in his little tub while I was in the actual bathtub and I found it was too difficult to wash him that way, so I said to hell with the tub and just sat him in my lap and washed him. Then suddenly after a few minutes of that he started screaming bloody murder and I've no idea why. I didn't get any soap in his eyes, I made sure of where the water went when I poured it on his head. He just started screaming and screaming. Mom came and took him after I finished washing him, but he didn't really calm down for quite some time. He ended up screaming the whole night; mom said he probably had some air bubbles stuck in his stomach. But yeah, he didn't sleep much, just screamed and cried. Robert seemed more worried than I was, I could tell it was practically tearing at him to be unable to help him. He stayed up for five hours while I got some rest to watch him (he ended up calming down a little but wasn't asleep yet) and then I took over again. Eventually Tommy did get some sleep and the air bubbles finally came out after a restless night.

At the moment he's doing fine; sleeping a lot, so I can tell his body is growing. He's so damned heavy, I think maybe I'll need to do some weightlifting or something just so I'll be able to hold him soon. XD I practice by lifting him up several times though, I figure that'll get my muscles used to it.

As for me, well, I feel alright. My desire to eat has finally come back, I've been munching almost as much as I used to. I'm bleeding a little but it's not too much. If I get clots or it just in general gets worse I'll call up, but with the amount I have, I'm not too worried. When I last went to the midwives, Lynette told me to find out what sort of birth control I wanted to have. She recommend I not get the ring thing because of my reaction to having things stuck up there when I was having the baby, but did try to push this thing I think called an IUD. However, I don't like the idea of putting something inside my body that doesn't belong there, so when I go back next, I'll tell her I'd rather try the pill. If I don't happen to like taking the pill, I think I'll try the three month shot that Tanna gets. I'll gain a little bit of weight probably if I do those, but hey, I'm not used to the small 125 pounds I was before baby anyway so that's okay. But yeah, I'd say that I'd go for an IUD as a last resort.

Baby's good, been looking very happy. He's finally starting to show a little bit of me in his looks, mostly his eyes. Mostly he has my personality so far though. It's kind of funny; he and I even stretch the same exact way. Mom always stares at him when he does something and suddenly tells me that I did the exact same thing when I was a baby. He seems to like all the music I do, he LOVES music and movement. He also likes smells; whenever I try to eat and get food anywhere near him, he goes insane and demands to be fed. XD I know for sure he likes the smell of peppermint as something particular.

He's had an accidental taste of a drop of chocolate (thanks, mom), a second drop of chocolate on purpose (again. . .thanks Mom) and cheese dust from a Cheetos drenched finger (thanks. . .Robert). I've tried being stern with them about it; I don't want them to do that and risk an allergic reaction or something at this age, he shouldn't be having any of that. Mom basically thinks I'm being too paranoid about it, but as far as I know, they haven't given him anything else. Just pisses me off and I'd rather he just had straight breast milk until he needs to start on rice cereal or something.

Oh yeah, Dad's also heard him say 'mama' a couple times as well; sometimes I hear 'eww' and something similar to 'go away', both which would make sense because they're said an awful lot. When I talk to him, I call something gross an 'eww' and people often tell the cats to 'go away'. But I know for sure he says 'mama' and 'eww'. XD

Lol, well, he's waking up. Here's a little video of him.

27th: Tommy peed in his eyes while I was changing him. Talk about hitting the bulls eye. Or baby's eye in this case.

28th: Gave Tommy a bath on my own for the first time! You wouldn't think it was so difficult, but man, it is. Especially if you bathe them in a cooking pot. Yes, you read right. Everybody's paranoid our baby tub is too big so mom started using a pot. Go figure. (shrug) Anyway, it's not easy, you have to hold the baby up with one hand and try to use a piece of cloth with the other.

29th: He copied a sound I made! I was doing wolf calls and playing with him, sounding out the howl for him when he went 'aah ooh!' XDDD I did it a few more times and he copied me twice after that, it was so cute. 'Aah ooh!' XD Wish I had that on tape.

Yesterday, the 30th: Right after a shower: "Mandy! I need your help!" "What?" "He POOPED on me!" xD Robert lifted up Tommy, who was wearing a diaper by the way, off his chest and there was a huge patch of green poo on his stomach. "It went through his diaper like it wasn't even there!!!" XDDD It was hilarious. It had gone through the side where his legs go apparently, lol, so I took him and changed his diaper.

And the biggest thing that also happened yesterday:

TOMMY SAID MAMA! WTH?!

Tom's only 7 weeks old TODAY, and he said 'mama'?! Yes, he did! He's apparently going through a growth spurt; last night he kept eating and eating and eating and I was so tired. He'd already eaten about an hour's worth, and I know my milk was working, so I gave him to Robert to make him wait for a while. And while crying, he went, "Mmmah! Mmah! Ah. . .Mah! MAMA!!"

That was probably the most amazing thing ever. Robert and I looked at each other. "Did he say 'mama'?" I asked. "He did! He said 'mama'!" It was so cool! xD He said it very clearly, we were so surprised. Just for that, I had to take him and feed him some more as a bit of a reward, lol. He finally went to sleep after that.

Today so far has not been as eventful, except we went for another walk with baby in the stroller around our loop, twice this time. I feel VERY tired, but I think I'm handling walking around better. Can't wait until I can get back into my normal walking routine. Oh, that and Tommy's moved up to a size 2 diaper. Now he's gone through Premmie, Newborn and size 2. By the way, Huggies are a good brand or diaper and baby wipes. NEVER get Kroger baby wipes; they may be cheap but they're not very good. Best spend the extra money and get the Huggies, especially the ones in the white containers, they're the best I've found so far.

Well, I'm going to finish my cheese pizza and go back out to the living room with daddy and baby. See you later!

"Well, zippin' and gone."


-Mandy

. . .Damn, I want to watch Jerry Lewis' 'Nutty Professor' now

Welp, it's Thanksgiving. Not much happened today, didn't celebrate it like we normally do. All we did was get together and play Mile Bornes, lol.

One thing happened though; Tommy's learning to laugh! He's been able to make the face for a while, but today is the first day he made any noise while doing it. We were listening to some Christmas music and during one of the songs, he would make the face and say, "Ah!" But it was only during that song, can't remember which is was but I can find out, lol. But yeah, he started learning to laugh! He even did an 'ooh ah' at one point too, was pretty cute. We also found out that he likes Strauss as well as Mozart. Oh dear. You can't tell he's German, can you? xD Well, he's over a quarter anyway. And he also, thankfully, cannot stand that annoying 'cootchie cootchie coo' thing. Mom did it to see what he would do and he smacked her both times. XD

I'm having difficulties getting him to sleep at the moment because I'm tired of him sleeping in my lap when I want to be able to move around, but he doesn't like to be away from people much. Thankfully last night he was pretty obedient in his carrier (loves the thing), but I wonder about tonight. Shouldn't have had that cup of instant coffee earlier. . .Hey, I haven't had coffee since before he was conceived and I was out of Nesquik for hot chocolate so I substituted.

(sigh) Well, I don't feel so good and I have to start seeing if I can get him to bed so I can rest as well. See ya.


-Mandy

P.s., oh, apparently those videos of Tommy, you have to have a Youtube and Google account to see them. Tao: I could just send them to you but even I have troubles playing them on my computer as the raw files, dunno if you want to chance it, lol. Well he's crying, gotta go!

Pat Benetar song


Yesterday was a full day for Tommy, poor kid. We went to the pediatrician's and he now weighs 9 pounds 5 ounces; that's four pounds in six weeks! I think no one will EVER call him small ever again. Anyway, while at the doctor's, he got three shots, some sort of liquid which in essence was another shot, and things shoved into his ears to check if he could hear properly. Well, the ear thing we did at the birth center, but yeah. The machine for the hearing test wasn't working though, so we'll have to try it again at some point. But basically the doc says he's looking good. We got a new prescription though; he had a diaper rash for a while which we got taken care of, but there was some left over white stuff there that the doc said was yeast, so he gave us something for that.

Because of the shots they gave him, Tommy was pretty much awake a bit of the night; I ended up falling asleep half sitting up with him in my lap. . .when I COULD sleep. But it didn't hurt him too much. Had only one dose of Tylenol and actually didn't scream as much as I thought he would. But I still didn't get much sleep. I was thankful when everyone else was awake and decided to take him so I could rest. I still pretty much only got a few hours I think. Reminds me, I need to see what I need to get as well. . .

I'm bouncing between moods which is supposed to be normal. My hormones are trying to balance themselves out after baby so they tend to fluctuate between happy and sad. I think I have a fairly good grip on it for the most part. . .however I've noticed lately that my chest pains are trying to come back. Fun. "How can you be sad when there's such a beautiful baby right here?" Robert said when we were in the office. Well, it's kind of easy actually. Don't get me wrong, baby cheers me up a bit, but still. I know I'll be getting over it soon; Tommy's already smiling so much that it's difficult to stay in a down mood.

By the way, I have a couple videos of the baby if people want the private URLs to see them. Not much, but they're kinda cute.

Anyways, I'm off, maybe I'll rest for a bit or something while I have time. See j00 later.


-Mandy

I've been feeling like posting hair band music up. . .because the 80s ruled. Anyway, here goes.




Rock You - Helix

My first thought when I saw this video for the first time: o_0 . . .What the. . .
This is apparently Helixes best known song although I originally know them for the song 'Heavy Metal Love' (kickass song) on some 80s cd I have wandering around somewhere. Weird at first, I got addicted to the chorus. Just seems like you can't listen to 80s metal/hard rock without wanting to shout that.


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Down Boys - Warrant

Cherry Pie is also a kickass song by them. This is another one of those videos I caught on VH1 years back. I want his t-shirt. XD


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Edge Of A Broken Heart - Vixen

Yes, oddly enough, there are girl hair bands. And a song I actually like. Ah. . .a throwback to my depression days. Used to make me extremely depressed when I heard this song, but years down the line I started seeing at as more of a strength inspiring song. Still gives me a bit of a sting once in a while, thankfully not about my main problem back then, but most of the time it doesn't.

I feel much better. XD

I called up the office this morning and got an appointment set up to go and get my stitches checked because they'd been hurting, and once I got that over with and fed the baby, I thought I might as well go to the bathroom a little early so I wouldn't have to deal with it later. So I go and all of a sudden POP! The cocoon of strings suddenly popped out. It had been feeling like it might do that. . .

Anyway, I was surprised because I hadn't thought it was going to happen just like that, so without leaving the bathroom, I called for dad to call up the people and ask if that was normal. I mean hell, I thought that stuff was supposed to dissolve, not pop out! (I found out later those weren't the sutures. . .whatever the hell it was, it was creepy weird) They ended up saying it was just fine and to still come in, so I finished and came back out feeling. . .much better. My god, I could WALK! It was AMAZING. I could walk around without having to resemble John Wayne and I felt so much freer. I attempted sitting down, still trying to take it easy in case something happened, but no, I sat down and didn't hurt at all! Even laying down didn't hurt! XDDD I did what I could to still be careful though because I wasn't sure if the strain would do something. I've been in pain for days and all it had to do was pop out to make me feel better? HELL YEAH. XD

So anyway, Robert and I packed up baby and took him with us to the midwives. So far my weight has dropped to 151 pounds, so I'm roughly 25 pounds heavier than when I first found out I was pregnant. I'm just glad to see my body is doing the normal healthy thing. When Lynette came in, I tried explaining to her what had happened, but she apparently didn't get my 'cocoon' thing which was funny. "You didn't happen to bring it with you, did you?" HAHAHA! Yeah, I'm going to stick my hand in the toilet and bring that. xDDD Anyway, she took a look down there just with her fingers and again, more amazement: NO PAIN! Only one part near the edge felt like it was still healing and so it was a little nyeeeeeh, but I wasn't hurting. God, I remember in the hospital, screaming like a crazy person. It was so WEIRD to not be in pain.

She said she felt that the stitches inside were healing just fine, basically there's only the one part near the opening left. She says that the way it happened with me is a little odd, but it sometimes happens; the skin healed around the 'cocoon' and once the skin had gotten to a certain point, it helped it out because it wasn't needed anymore, all the pains and stuff she says were probably just part of the healing process. I don't even need to use the Dermaplast anymore unless I feel like I need it for pain. If I need it, I'll use it. I didn't ask anything too special about caring for it; I decided to just keep doing what I've been doing to it (squirt bottles of warm water is a healing new mother's best friend, trust me), and I'll try to take those uber-powerful pain pills once a day until they run out since they actually help the healing process.

So yeah, six weeks after birth and I'm healing really well, I'm proud of myself. Hell, I did some pretty damn good stuff this year. I had a baby, that's good, had him naturally (still don't know how the hell I did it, I always thought my pain tolerance was pretty low) and now I'm healing just fine. I did pretty damn well and I think all my hard work and accomplishments aren't unnoticed, everyone else seems pretty proud of me too. Robert said he had been very impressed when I suddenly just folded myself in half (as he told me) and just shot the baby out, he was incredibly proud I went through it the way I did. Mom and Dad love hanging out with Tommy; when they don't get to see him at least once a day, they're sad and try to make up little excuses to spend time with him. XD I think I did a terrific job this year sticking with the whole thing. It's probably the one time I can say that I honestly deserve some praise; that's a tough thing to go through.

Now I understand all the stories I've heard since I was a kid about pregnancy and having the baby, and now I'm starting to understand things I've heard about taking care of babies as well. All the jokes related to those things are making more and more sense the older and more experienced I get, and they just keep getting funnier because it's so true. Some videos I've seen on AFV of babies really make me think, 'Oh god, I'm going to go through that too. . .!'

Lol, Tom's waking up and kicking his Daddy a bit, I better go check and see if he's hungry, lol, see you guys later~!


-Mearick

Heya. Thought I'd come on an at least say hi and stuff.

I'm kind of in pain at the moment. Last night was especially painful for me so I wanted to call up the birth center and ask for any advice on it because of the sutures from when they stitched me up after Tommy came out. They told me they couldn't give advice, call the midwives. Okay, easy. Call the midwives. Oh, that's right, it's fucking SUNDAY and they're closed. The lady on the other line says 'call your doctor, we don't have anything to do with you after birth'. Which is bullshit because you go in for a checkup. But you know what, fine. I call my doctor. Oh, it's still Sunday and they're closed as well. So the hell with that. I took half of one of the IBUprofen's they prescribed me and rested the entire day; I have hardly left this bed to do anything but get myself food or go to the bathroom and I'm feeling better, however it still feels uncomfortable. Around midnight I'll take another pill. Basically it seems that I've been doing everything right. . .except keep taking my damn pills. But still, it stings unusually down there, almost like it did right after I got the sutures. I'll call tomorrow, maybe then I'll get somebody helpful.

By the way, the sutures look SO creepy. . .It's like a cocoon in there, and yes, that's apparently how it's supposed to look. I don't like it very much. It's kind of disturbing.

Tommy's pretty much over his cold by now, so he's doing good. He's also really getting ready to do some real crawling; he's started understand where his knees need to be and sometimes lifts his butt when he creeps. Little bugger also dislikes any negative words. Mom and I were helping him creep the other day and every time he would pause and mom would ask if he wanted to quit, he'd suddenly start screaming and creep again. 'Quit' and 'can't' he just doesn't like. Determined little bugger.

He's also getting bigger; the only way I've been really able to tell (he's always heavy I think) is by his head and his nostrils oddly enough. His fingers are pretty big too, but it's mostly his nostrils that tell me he's getting bigger.

I'm starting to get nervous about things. Of course it's probably just because I'm hurting a bit at the moment, but I'm starting to feel a bit depressed and worried about certain things, when I'll be well enough to go outside for walks, if I can even remember things I liked to do before the baby came and can actually do them again, and just other things. I'd like to even maybe start cleaning at some point. But I'll have to wait quite a while to do things I want. Oh well.

I may head out to the jacuzzi, so I'll see you guys later.


-Mandy