Hello friends,
I am sending you a postcard from the SSS Mommy. The ship is sinking I think. Mommy is drowning in the three ess-es. Spit-up, Snot and Shit.
After I last wrote, we took Lucine in for her two month check up. She weighed a lovely 11 lbs 6 oz and was 22.5 inches. My swarthy little girl (who is somehow delicate and ultra feminine while sporting Popeye-style pipes) grew by a whopping 5 pounds and 5 inches since birth. Everything a breastfeeding momma could hope for.
But, after receiving something like 7 ridiculous vaccines, her poor little immune and digestive systems have deteriorated. The evening of her shots, she got very sick with a cold -- a cold that has lasted a month! She also became constipated, going from 3 or 4 poops a day to a poop every three days. While most people wouldn't complain about the less poo thing, she has been in terrible pain and this is kind of rare for a breastfed baby to experience.
The traditional medical community just ignores my complaints, dismissing me with sorry looks and statements like, "Oh, it's tough on their little systems." Well yeah! As my homey put it, "You wouldn't give a baby 7 foods to try at once." How do I know which vaccine caused the reaction? And you can't get them separately anymore. Anyone else experience this?
A few days after her appointment, I had my appointment. My OB checked me out and said I had a swollen gland down there. "It'll go away with time." Try telling that to my husband. Thankfully my homey prescribed something to both me and Lucy Goosey (who will henceforth be referred to as The Goose -- I don't know why, I just like it.) and it seemed to clear up my problem and make The Goose well for a while.
Oh yeah, so I had sex. Exactly one time. And it was very good. It hurt, but it was the good hurt. Unfortunately, the reality of having two kids means we haven't had any time to try it again. Plus I have this new rule that my friend J instituted after her second child: If I'm not going to have an orgasm, I'm not putting out. That may seem harsh, but I'm in no shape to just take a quickie these days. The shitty part is that we only have time for quickies. So no sex. And with the kids being sick, I actually don't care so much for the first time ever.
To make matters more difficult Nate has had cold after cold with the season's changing. Which means lots of days where I'm home with them both. I never realized how badly I needed those days he goes to daycare until the month of November! And then he got the shits. Which really truly sucked because he's never had them before -- so I had no freakin' clue what to do. By the time I got to Interweb MD and read about the BRAT diet and needing to coat his ass to prevent a rash, he was already waking up in the middle of the night screaming, "My bum is owie! It huuts! It huuts mommy!" I think I get a D- on that one.
No time for sex and no time to write makes for a brutally unhappy mommy. Top that off with some terrible news and I am rendered wordless. My best friend Queen Nomad had her baby on October 27. Simon. And that was good and happy news until my BFF fell ill and was rushed to emerg to have her gall bladder removed. She's been super sick ever since and my dreams of us spending our days together breastfeeding and watching Oprah have vanished for the time being. She doesn't have the energy to even talk on the phone, so I feel helpless and disconnected.
Another friend happened to see my BFF in the emerg. It turns out her just-shy-of-his-30th-birthday boyfriend (common-law?) was having chest pains and feeling weak. 10 hours after they got to emerg they were told he needed a blood transfusion. A few hours after that they told him he has leukemia. What is happening people? Please send some positive vibes to my two friends. And if you've got a little extra to go around, send some my way too will ya?
So there you have it. One kid who never shits and cries out in pain, and the other who can't stop shitting and cried out in pain. Two friends in and out of hospital. I look as battered as the US dollar. I'm holed up at my mom's trying to get some help while the Dog tries to do more renovations to the house so we can maybe possibly consider selling it in the spring and getting something marginally bigger. Though from what I've been seeing, bigger in our price range looks like Scarborough. *Gasp* Scarbie Doll back in Scarberia? Well that could make for some exciting blogging. Stay tuned.
(Interestingly, the Wikipedia description of Scarborough is favourable and leaves out the gang violence and white trash factor.)
