Got a hold of K's Good Vibrations catalog, did ya?

That's a coffee table book in this house.

More like the Bible.

Thou shalt have no sex catalog before me?

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors toys.

Not unless invited to join in an orgy.

Just so long as "Thou shalt not kilt" isn't in there.

t dies laughing

t runs away

t moan.

I mean groan! groan, dammit.

But I'm impressed. And it's too bad Hec's not here, because I'm sure he'd have some tales to tell about such events, perhaps leading you to a conclusion.

So to speak.

Gris, I've heard from guys (okay *a* guy) about similar -- if not exact -- things happening to him. So it's not uncommon.

I couldn't resist googling, and it sounds like you might be contracting your pubococcygeus muscle.

I haven't heard of that before, but the only thing that sounded remotely similar was stuff I'd experienced stimulating the prostate gland, so I'm going with Teppy's theory.

So. Didn't get out of the NICU at 3pm. Got out at 9pm. Which makes for a very, very long day. Oh, and it was a tedious combination of "Well, that x-ray didn't quite show us what we want, so we're going to try again in an hour." Again. And Again. And again. Followed by the dreaded shift-change-invisibility curse where I got abandoned at just the point where the doctor said we could leave an hour after we feed her. Followed by JZ not being told she needed to come down and to feed Matilda.

There was other stuff that was cranky making. I got cranky.

But before the cranky, when I was pretty sure we'd be out of there by no later than 7pm (see flexible I was? It was that extra fucking 2 hours when I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel) I was very happy hanging out with Matilda, snuzzling her and kissing her and making lots of eye contact with her and making up songs for her.

When the ICU nurse decided that the New Dad should learn how to diaper the one day old slathered in miconium while she hadn't eaten for multiple hours and was trailing IV tubes and sensor wires? Cranky. (Though generally the NICU nurses were great. But fuckit, lady, I've changed thousands of diapers. Doing it in a monitor bed around the wires and tubes is not the lesson I need to learn right now.)

In short, we're now well acquainted with Matilda's distress cry. (Rather like the high chittering of a Coati Mundi.)

Generally, though, Matilda is fairly content as long as you don't fuck with her. Things that cause her to chitter and yowl include: sticking needles into her, rudely waking her warmy drowzy semi-nap by exposing her to the cold air, making her sit in poop, squashing her face with a giant tit when she just wants a little something to eat.

These seem reasonable objections.

Anyway, we got back to our room eventually and Matilda and JZ had a fairly good breast-feeding try. I think they'll sort it out.

JZ's dad has digital pictures of the baby which he promised he would email to me. But he has failed to do so. I expect he emailed them to his daughter. Who, of course, does not have access to a computer. In short, it's all his fault.

SFistas - I think JZ would be willing and interested to have some visitors in the next couple days. Let us know if you want to come by tomorrow.

Oh! And I scheduled a massage for JZ tomorrow.

Did I forget anything? Baby's perfectly fine. All tests came back normal. JZ's fine. Very patient while sorting out the breast feeding.

Also? Baby's still very cute.

I'm glad everything is better with Matilda. Tell your father-in-law to get you those pictures now. I want to see the baby pictures.

many of the things that disturb matilad are things that disurb me. I guess some things don't change much