Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I did finally go upstairs and give them all a poke. Actually, I only had to prompt Julia to prove she was alive. She was sleeping face down, and all her hair was covering her face. I couldn't hear her breathe and her body didn't seem to be moving. I finally had to start to turn her over, before she moved enough to satisfy me. I partially woke her. She looked up and I said, "Sorry. It's okay. Go back to sleep." The boys, bless, were breathing audibly.
It gets better--or you get better, or better at faking you're better, or something. I'm much the way beth described herself, too. So what do I know. I am proud to say I can't remember the last time I had to give them a prove-you're-living poke while they slept, before this morning. It's just that other worries come. My grandmother used to say, "In your arms, your arms ache. Out of your arms, your heart aches." There's another saying too, something like: Being a parent means your heart walks around outside of your body for the rest of your life.
"In your arms, your arms ache. Out of your arms, your heart aches."
This is it, exactly.
One of the reasons we waited to have kids was that I thought I'd be too panicky when I was younger. Seriously, once when Robert was supposed to be biking home from law school and was an hour late, I got in the car and went looking for him, because I was sure he'd been hit by a car. Of course he'd run into some mates and was hanging out chatting. I'm somewhat better now (although I wish he'd learn to use his damn cellphone), so it's good we waited or I'd never sleep and never leave the baby's side.
In other baby news, "There's a Light" from RHPS seems to be the lullaby that works right now.
In other baby news, "There's a Light" from RHPS seems to be the lullaby that works right now.
I don't know this, and I'm trying to make a connection to the discussion in the other thread, and time passing quickly/slowly but it's coming out all gronk.
This is it, exactly.
It really is. When they're babies, your arms do ache--not only your literal arms (which *do* ache) but so much of your time is taken up by them, even on the best of days, when the baby is happy, healthy and reasonable. But the heartache is just as difficult. They go out in the world, and people hurt them, and don't love them the way you do, or they even just go out to play in the yard, and you lose sight of them. Parenthood is not for wimps.
In other baby news, "There's a Light" from RHPS seems to be the lullaby that works right now.
I bet! That's too cute. I normally just make something up on the spot.
Awake and nursing, thank dog. Sleep shall happen soon.
I poke my furry babies (cats) too, when I can't tell if they're breathing or not. No naked baby to poke.
My friends have made up several songs, including one for burping. I have driven 2.5 hrs home from visiting them singing that damn song in my head the whole way. Should I have kids, I'm not sure I'll be able to use anything else in its place!
Stayed up all night reading books. (Well, napped for about an hour.) Must go to work now. Bleargh. Oh well, it's a short day.
I still poke Bobby if he is quiet. He ususally snores so badly that if he is quiet I get freaked. Brendon always looks and sounds dead when he sleeps so it doesn't bother me and he doesn't get poked.
I'm tired, but parental units will be here in a few hours and I must shovel out the living areas. The pressure cleaner might come in handy.
I thought Owen was the noisiest sleeper in the world. All that snuffling and snorting and moving. So when he did get into deep sleep and went quiet, I immediately would wake up and jump to see if he was still alive. I think it's because their nervous system is still being wired that they are jumpy and thrashy plus, after being in water for 10 months, the air is so much drier--resulting in the congestion.
It gets *better* but never completely goes away. He's been sleeping solidly through the night for almost two months now and I still wake up twice to check on him.
I'm in the Raquel is a HAWT MAMMA corner.
Hec, I'll have hair pictures posted next week, since the digital camera is packed. erika will be in them, too!!
Why am I still here? We decided against leaving late last night. We just couldn't get packed and ready and by the time we did, it was O's bedtime. I just thought that he'd sleep better in his own crib. We're hopefully out of here in another hour or two. First to Indiana to drop off the kid and then catching the plane on Sunday morning.
I've always wanted kids, and I still do. But, having Toto has been a wake-up call for me. If I can love a dog this much and panic this much when something is wrong with him, I can only imagine how I will be when I actually have a child.
Cashmere, have a wonderful trip!
Must. Work. On. Paper.
Cashmere, who's taking care of the baby? How long will you be in Phoenix?
G'morning. Kids arriving in T-5 minutes. I just rushed around like a mad thing trying to get my lessons ready, and I'm a little freaked by the fact that I have progress reports due Tuesday (i.e. I must grade like a fiend between now and then) and since I'm taking a personal day on Thursday, I need to do sub plans and all the prep for that too.
At the moment, however, I am taking the next five minutes to sip my iced latte and pretend there is no stress.
