I made JZ a raspberry blintz this morning.

Hec, how is JZ feeling? How's her recovery going?

Let's see....Her feet are very puffy still. We stare at their Flintstonian oddness in amazement. Her incision still hurts, but I ran down to the Walgreens in the Castro last night (24 hours) to pick up her pain meds. (It's kind of funny asking for Boudreaux's Butt Paste in the 24 Hour Castro Walgreens. "Oh, it's in the baby aisle. That's not where I was looking for it." We were properly directed by a tranny Filipino wearing granny glasses on her night shift. Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence were working an event across the street.)

JZ's actually healing very quickly from the C-section, but I do try to pull her up from the couch when I can. The right breast is being reluctant about giving up the milk. We're doing hot compresses and she's in the shower now. Lots of pumping to get the milk going, but it still hasn't quite let down. We get some in the bottle with pumping, but we're augmenting with formula now over the weekend to get her weight up a bit. But Matilda is still breastfeeding.

Basically we're trying to get a lot of water into Jacqueline to flush the hormones which are causing her to retain water, and also keep her regular. She's had some big emotional swings but nothing that looks like post-partum depression. She's very smitten with the baby.

It was very long night last night with much crying (Matilda) and little sleeping (us). Matilda's mellow in the day, but up at night. So we've got to turn her clock around.

Lee's here now and snuzzling the baby (who is wearing a Sweatpea gown). Emmett and I will go out to play for a bit after the next feeding. JZ's Mom is coming later this afternoon.

Tomorrow's our first appointment with our new pediatrician. (Highly recommended, and was actually not taking new patients. JZ's boss made a little call and zoot - we are in. Curiously, Dr. Uba was a classmate of my friend Dr. Ann and all the other med students I knew when I first moved to San Francisco.)

Cute kids, David!

Allyson, it seems far too early in the day for immense guilt. Unless you have major, unbreakable, afternoon and evening plans, I guess.

It was very long night last night with much crying (Matilda) and little sleeping (us). Matilda's mellow in the day, but up at night.

I She loves the nightlife, Ishe's got to boogie ...

Matilda's mellow in the day, but up at night.

Have you checked her for fangs?

Pretty sure JZ'd have sussed that out by now. IJS.

She loves the nightlife, she's got to boogie ...

She's definitely not boogieing now, just snoozing in my lap. Though I have the palm of one hand against her side and I can feel something flurming away in her intestines.

If Lee were still here I'd make her take one more picture. Matilda's sleeping with one fat cheek pillowed on her fist and her other hand reaching across and touching the fist-hand's elbow. She looks rather like a marble bust of a very portly 19th-century philosopher (except rosier).

I'm just about completely pain-free. God bless the makers of Vicodin.

Man, I've missed all y'all (though I could feel all the good wishes and ~ma washing over me all Monday and Tuesday, and I totally would've been posting while in labor, except that the hospital had net access but no laptops for patient borrowage).

Babyguts still flurming, so I may have to leave soon, but first:

1. YAY msbelle! YAY mac!
2. Thus far, no fangs. And I should know, being that it's my breasts she's gnawing at at 2:30 a.m. most nights. Even with my crazy pain tolerance, I think I'd notice.
3. Scola, be prepared: when Lee left, I told her to give you a big fierce hug from me when she sees you. There may also have been an order for a sloppy kiss; I don't quite remember. There's a lot of hormonal wackiness ensuing lately.
4. Jesse, see the warning to Scola.
5. Emmett is indeed the sweetest kid in the history of ever.
6. I LOVE EVERYONE.

Yay Mama Jacqueline! Wonderful to see you, and all the congratulations in the world for the amazing thing you've just done. We're a richer world after this week.

I would totally hug you directly, Jacqueline!

And did I tell the story here of visiting friends with a two-month-old? She was spitting up like she never had before, and the parents figured out that she had eaten more that day than she ever had done, and I pointed out that it was her first time overeating EVER! Poor little noodle -- everything's so new all the time.

6. I LOVE EVERYONE.

If this weren't you saying so JZ, I'm pretty sure I'd say that's just the oxytocin talking.

Schadenfreude Pie: [link]

Hi JZ!