first bath and eye color

[This post was written Thursday (5/31) night, and LJ has refused to post it until now because of "server error". This is the second time in a couple of weeks. Hello. LJ. I know you are busy pulling your head out of your ass right now, but fix your damned servers, would you? Because I am paying you to let me post, and therefore, it is sort of inconvenient when I can't. It's now Monday morning and I still can't post this (despite trying all weekend) but e11en gave me the idea of posting by email, so here's hoping this will work. It wasn't a fabulous post or anything, so I am more than ready to move on with life and stop clicking the post button in Semagic purely in vain.]

Guess who finally lost her umbilical cord stump this morning? It was hanging by a thread yesterday and Mom and I both had to resist the urge to rip it off. The doctor looked like she was going to do it on Tuesday, but finally said that it would fall off in a week. Her estimate was off a little bit. Anyway, since she is now submersible, Evelyn had her first real bath this evening. She was not exactly sure about whether she liked it or not at first, but it definitely came down on the side of dislike in the end. She hates being cold more than anything else, so I think part of her was loving the warm water and the rest of her (the part that wasn't in the warm water) was HATING it. Also, her parents were not all that great at the new bathing process, so that didn't help matters. And of course, she initiated us into the world of bathing by peeing as soon as her butt hit the water. She loves it when I wash her hair during her sponge baths, so I was expecting her to really like the full bath, but not so much. I know lots of people don't particularly bathe their babies much, which is fine and all because do they really get that dirty? But it's one of my favorite things to do with her. I have had to really force myself not to give her a bath every day, since her skin is dry and scaly. She's just so CUTE when she's naked and alert and eating her bath towel.

Oh, that reminds me. The doctor also looked at her eyes and declared that they were going to be brown, or maybe hazel, but definitely would not be blue. This concerns me somewhat, since if we have a brown-eyed baby, we may want to consider suing a particular reproductive endocrinologist. ;) I jest, sort of. It is apparently not impossible for two blue-eyed people to have a brown-eyed child, it's just fairly uncommon. In our case, the entirety of both of our immediate families are blue-eyed, so I would think that reduces the chances even further. One of the worries of my third trimester, though, was that there was some sort of mix-up (malicious or not) and we would find out that the baby had a biological father other than M. Hey, you get technological enough with conception and you have to worry about these things, you know? Or I do, apparently. Honestly, I wasn't really worried about it having happened because I trust them and besides that, there was basically no one else there the afternoon Ducky was conceived for the switch to have happened with. But I had to occasionally obsess over it anyway because I was/am a hormonal worrywart. Finally, I asked M what would happen if she turned out to not be his baby. He looked at me as if I was a touch daft and said, as if speaking to someone not playing with a full deck, "She would still be MINE." And I thought that was so sweet that I melted into a pile of warm goo (again!) and stopped worrying about it. See, again, there's a prime example of why M was meant for me. He makes me stop worrying about stupid shit. In any case, we all think she is totally wrong on the eyes anyway. They're just very dark, but I totally can't see them turning any other color. I'm not sure I've seen another newborn, at least in our family, with eyes as dark as hers. They're already a bit lighter, though.

I think I'd better drag M off to bed. He is looking at P1800s on Ebay, and he has found one that is "only" four thousand dollars. When he starts with the "onlys" I get a little nervous. Not today, dearest.

UTIs and buyers remorse

I am unwell and kind of miserable today. I seem to have come down with my very first bladder infection! It hurts! And also, it is making me achey and sore, with an added dose of back pain. I woke up with the most obvious symptoms on Saturday and have been feeling progressively worse since then. I called the obgyn office this morning and they gave me an afternoon appointment, which I was so thankful for that I didn't even argue that it was with the nurse practitioner who thought I was a hypochondriac. (And I didn't even point out to her that they made me stop working because of that non-existent hypertension, which also led to a semi-induction, after her diagnosis. I am nice.) I was fairly sure they'd make me go to my regular doctor, which I didn't want to do because there was no way I was taking Evelyn into that office full of germs, so I didn't want to press my luck by asking for someone else. The women's clinic didn't bother me because it's not full of sick people. M came home early and went with me--he was going to just stay home with the baby while I went, but we decided it would be nicer if he came. She was nice today, and I am now taking antibiotics and am oh-so-thankful to be on them. This sucks. But either it is my imagination or I am already feeling a little bit better.

I also have some buyer's remorse, because I bought a really expensive nursing bra at the hippy store on Saturday. It cost at least two and a half times more than I've ever spent on a bra in my life. Now that I'm home and wearing it, I think the band is too tight. I guess I'll buy an extender or something, but I hate it that I paid so much for something that doesn't fit. At least I supported the hippy store, though, and can stop feeling like I need to go buy something there. And I know my real bra size (plus a little bit in the band size, apparently) from getting fitted, and it is scary.

M went in to watch some television, and I went with him to sit and feel sickly on the couch, and Evelyn went to get fed. Half an hour later, I was sprawled out asleep with a sleeping baby on me and M was napping on his end of the couch. I wish someone would have been awake here to take a family picture. I bet it would have been a cute one...