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breakthrough!
Jun. 13th, 2007 04:34 pmBaby fell asleep in the sling! I love the idea of using a sling but so far I really suck at it. Carrie loaned me one of hers and it turns out that neither M nor I am not smart enough to operate it. ;) Either that or she didn't like it, but it didn't feel all that secure so I think it's the smarts thing. I also have a ring sling, and that's the one that she fell asleep in today. I've been putting her in it, and every time I do it seems like I get it closer to right, so today was a breakthrough. I'm trying to get both of us used to it so I can carry her around without lugging the stupid car seat or using both hands to hold her. I hate carrying her in the car seat, and of course it's just not practical to be out and about with no ability to use my hands. I carried her around for twenty minutes and off to nappy land she went! Of course, she woke up five minutes after I laid her down (would you like to hear me complain about the stupid pacifier again? Because now she gets testy if she falls asleep with it and then it falls out. And yes, yes, it's nice and it helps and she really likes it upon occasion, but geez, I still hate that bloody thing on principle.) but still. It's progress. I am finding that one of the drawbacks of being slightly less mainstream than anyone else in my real life is that there's no one around to look at her in the sling and say, "you dork, the reason it's not working properly is that the gizmodiddle is hanging too far to the left" or whatever is causing the problem. But I'm working out my little issues on my own. It's just taking a little longer.
My mom called earlier and she's planning on coming down sometime this evening. Right now she's at the hospital--my uncle (her brother-in-law, that is) is having some heart trouble so they're checking him out. My family congregates in hospitals when someone is there. It's sweet but sometimes it can get excessive.. though this is a wildly unpopular opinion. Anyway, my cousin called me and asked this morning if I was coming to the hospital, which is forty minutes from here. There was really no way I would be there at this point, since a) I'm not quite up to traveling that far with her by myself and b) there is definitely no chance of me hanging around in a hospital with the baby right now. Germs! Eeek!
You know how they always say that you should cook some meals in advance before having a baby because you really won't have time or energy to cook afterward? Yeah. That was so, so right and yet I didn't do it. Now I never know what to cook. There has been quite a bit of take-out purchased for me and there are only so many burgers and chicken nuggets that I want to eat. Food still doesn't sound or taste all that good, and I never know if she will be asleep long enough for me to get started or not, so maybe I should just sit down and read instead. Harry Potter is getting on my nerves right now because I really don't want to do anything besides read, and reading all day makes me feel completely worn out and slothful. Also, he is getting on my nerves because it's book five, and it's lovely that she captures realistically teenage angst and emotions but Emo Harry makes me want to reach my hands through the pages of the book and slap some sense into him and tell him to STOP WITH THE BITCHING, YOU LITTLE TWIT. It completely distracts me from the plot, which.. isn't my favorite of the series anyway. Everyone acts weird.
Well, that was completely random. Anyway, my mom just called and she's on her way. M will be on his way in a few minutes. The baby will most likely be awake momentarily--she's been sleeping all afternoon, which promises a really fun evening. But Granny will be here so if she gets too cranky, I shall just escape into another room with my book and know that she is being cuddled by someone who really would prefer that I NOT come get her. Or maybe I will clean something. I really am having trouble watching all this daytime television with the commercials for methods to disinfect your nasty, nasty germy house, because it makes me want a nice spotless house. I usually have a baby attached to my nipple when I'm watching these commercials, though, so unfortunately I never actually do anything about it when the mood is striking. It is also not in my best interest to see those stupid illustrations of germs lurking on your kitchen counter because I am oh-so-suggestible.
My mom called earlier and she's planning on coming down sometime this evening. Right now she's at the hospital--my uncle (her brother-in-law, that is) is having some heart trouble so they're checking him out. My family congregates in hospitals when someone is there. It's sweet but sometimes it can get excessive.. though this is a wildly unpopular opinion. Anyway, my cousin called me and asked this morning if I was coming to the hospital, which is forty minutes from here. There was really no way I would be there at this point, since a) I'm not quite up to traveling that far with her by myself and b) there is definitely no chance of me hanging around in a hospital with the baby right now. Germs! Eeek!
You know how they always say that you should cook some meals in advance before having a baby because you really won't have time or energy to cook afterward? Yeah. That was so, so right and yet I didn't do it. Now I never know what to cook. There has been quite a bit of take-out purchased for me and there are only so many burgers and chicken nuggets that I want to eat. Food still doesn't sound or taste all that good, and I never know if she will be asleep long enough for me to get started or not, so maybe I should just sit down and read instead. Harry Potter is getting on my nerves right now because I really don't want to do anything besides read, and reading all day makes me feel completely worn out and slothful. Also, he is getting on my nerves because it's book five, and it's lovely that she captures realistically teenage angst and emotions but Emo Harry makes me want to reach my hands through the pages of the book and slap some sense into him and tell him to STOP WITH THE BITCHING, YOU LITTLE TWIT. It completely distracts me from the plot, which.. isn't my favorite of the series anyway. Everyone acts weird.
Well, that was completely random. Anyway, my mom just called and she's on her way. M will be on his way in a few minutes. The baby will most likely be awake momentarily--she's been sleeping all afternoon, which promises a really fun evening. But Granny will be here so if she gets too cranky, I shall just escape into another room with my book and know that she is being cuddled by someone who really would prefer that I NOT come get her. Or maybe I will clean something. I really am having trouble watching all this daytime television with the commercials for methods to disinfect your nasty, nasty germy house, because it makes me want a nice spotless house. I usually have a baby attached to my nipple when I'm watching these commercials, though, so unfortunately I never actually do anything about it when the mood is striking. It is also not in my best interest to see those stupid illustrations of germs lurking on your kitchen counter because I am oh-so-suggestible.
