I am here, praying the baby doesn't wake up in the next half hour or so. I have so much to write about, I don't know where to begin. The last few weeks have been crazy/wonderful. I had a c-section, which sucked. The first two weeks of recovery sucked. Not being able to move, and being in physical pain just aren't things to be doing when you are supposed to be on "vacation". One of my sisters helped the first week, and grandma helped for a couple of days. People at our church brought tons of food (which my oldest son hated). But I must say, this time around is much easier than last time. It is a combination of having more perspective and experience, and the fact that this baby is much easier! He sleeps at night (six hours last night!), and has only rare bouts of colic.
Nursing this time has been a challenge. Nursing and pumping have turned me into an Austin Powers fem-bot. Now, for you men out there that may sound pretty cool. Hah, joke's on you! My husband keeps his hands to himself, thank you very much! He learned from last time! Poor guy. Poor me! But the dry spell will pass.
What else in family news? My oldest had two teeth pulled at the dentist yesterday. That was a mommy nightmare. I picked him up from school and we drove to the office. I explained to him what would happen, and that I would be there for him. I tried to downplay the pain without completely ignoring it, and told him that the novocaine shot was the worst part. When we got to the office, I tried to go in with him, but was asked to wait in the waiting room, "so he won't think I'm trying to save him." Good call. I'd heard that many children do better at the dentist when the parent isn't close by. True story in my case. I sat in the waiting room, in standard waiting room furniture, with the baby in my arms and feeding him a bottle, waiting for that wail signalling my child's pain. There was another child crying in another dentist cubicle (but she was only about two), and the sounds were making me cringe. Strangely, that wail of pain never came from my son. I was still wondering when they were going to start, when the hygenist brought him out, mouth full of gauze, and said he did great! For him, he said the worst part was the novocaine, but not getting the shot. He hated the fuzzy, puffy feeling of his lip.
In other news, I have wanted to start writing again. Any idea how hard it is with a baby? I haven't come up with any new story ideas, but I would like to work on the old ones, maybe hit my journal again, etc. Yeah, whatever. With everything going on, it's a bit more difficult than I thought it would be. Not only has the writing but hit, but the spring cleaning bug, too. That, also, is not easy with a baby.
In going through my LJ friend's blogs, I found that a fellow Hadley Rille author, Camille Alexa, will be attending a Hadley Rille reading in Seattle on May 1st and 2nd. That happens to be a four day weekend for my son's school, and we have family in the area. So I think I'm going to call, set up some babysitting, and see if I can join that bandwagon! That will be a month before I have to go back to work.
Oh yeah, work. Maybe I can write a couple hundred words during lunch breaks.