Inevitably, I’ve started writing about my boobs

Internet, there are Things preventing me from blogging.  Things like the rest of my life.  But part of the problem is that what with the two kids and Bug being home from school this week on Thanksgiving break, any (two-handed) time I use for blogging is time away from other things like eating or using the bathroom.  Like right now, my stomach is satisfied, but I’m holding it, if you know what I mean.  And thus concludes the Information You Did Not Need to Know portion of this post. Maybe.

LG is a supremely excellent sleeper, a fact that I have been shouting from the mountain tops.  However, she does seem to have some evening colic, and just that word COLIC kind of makes me dizzy with fear and loathing.  Anyone who has dealt with it understands what I’m talking about.  She’s just gonna fuss.  Period.  End of story.  Luckily it really only lasts for 2, sometimes 3 hours, but in those hours it takes all hands on deck, because nothing, not even the Almighty Boob is going to fix the situation.  And as a bonus, she has timed these fussy periods with the closing of Bug’s door as he drifts to sleep at night.  A time that usually signifies the removal of the Grown Up Who Setteth the Supreme Example for All Little People costume into the Sloth on the Couch With Giant Bowl of Ice Cream and TV Turned to ANTM attire.   LG is refusing to let me slip into something more comfortable.

But, as I always say, back to my boobs.  Breastfeeding, while totally fantastic and bond-a-rific and lovely, is also slightly akin to jail.  You are trapped, one handed, in one spot (not that I haven’t, uh, gotten up and answered the phone, say, with baby attached to front) while you sit amidst the chaos and muck that is your house.  So you have all kinds of time to make mental lists of the gazillionty four things you need to accomplish as soon as the baby releases you from bondage.  The problem is, as soon as that happens, you have to burp them and change their diaper and settle them in comfortably somewhere and then by the time that’s all done, you look around and say, “Right, what was it I was going to do?  Oh yeah, watch Mad Men online.” And two and a half hours later the whole maddening cycle starts again.

BLEARRRGH I have more to say, but there are little gritchy-gritchy noises happening to my left that I must attend to. (Um, I’m talking about the baby, in case that’s not clear).  I suppose I could leave her on her own more than I have so far and let her gritch it out for a few minutes, but there’s a small problem: SHE’S SO DAMN CUTE.

So I must go.  But I will start my Thanksgiving gratitude list early: I’m thankful for these 20 free-handed minutes I just had to talk to my friends, The Internets. Hope you all have a good Turkey Day.

1 comment

1 Jillian { 11.26.08 at 5:50 pm }

Have you thought about getting LG adjusted by a chiropractor for the colic? You can find a chiro who specializes in pediatric and children’s care if you go to Click on the “Find a Doctor” link in the right-hand column and then enter your zip code.

Chiropractic is so, so fantastic for babies and kids… and well, everyone. My little guy has been getting adjusted since he was 2 days old. We went straight from the hospital to the chiropractor’s office!

Happy Turkey Day to you. Enjoy!

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