The Gauge

Sunshine Day

Midge and I spent the whole day at home yesterday.  That's her favorite way to spend the day, no doubt - she's just like her father.  She wanted to nurse ALL DAY LONG, so we did a lot of that, played on the floor, looked at cheap houses in Vermont on the internet (out of habit, no actual plans involved), took a nice long nap in the afternoon, read books, and watched a couple of home improvement shows.

This is what our day looked like:

 

And a little of this....

Man....I seriously love that baby.

Today we'll try to get out, lest I lose my mind.  Maybe a nice walk for coffee and a stroll to the fountain in Laurelhurst Park.   I also need to cut out and sew a couple of skirts to get me through until I can well and truly fit into all of my old clothes.  What do you think?  Will that be part of Elinor's plan for the day?  I have my doubts, but we'll see....

Oh, and why has nobody ever told me about Kate Atkinson?  Misha? Do you love her, too?  You should have told me about this awesomeness!  I am reading Behind the Scenes at the Museum, and it may already be on my Top 10 list, even though I'm only on page 104.  Hilarious.....just really good.  I think I'm in love.

Sunny

There's my little cutie basking in the sun. This week has been a mixed bag.  Midge seems to be gradually getting better at sleeping at night - two steps forward, one step back, that kind of thing.  And that's great!  Want to know what's not so great?  Mastitis!  Holy Crap!  That's all kinds of bad news.  I couldn't get out of bed, couldn't see straight (my temp. spiked to 103) and had to nurse and BE A PARENT through the whole thing!  Crimeny. I don't think it would have been so bad, but I keep thinking I'm going to feel better and then I get knocked down by something else.  I was in such bad shape when we left the hospital, in such constant, scary pain, that I think I'm just feeling worn down by the things that have happened since.  I'm frustrated that it takes me so long to get out of bed, that I still can't sit in a chair for more than 30 minutes, that if I do too much I land back in bed for two days.  I so want to feel good now.  I want Midge to have a mother who doesn't moan so frigging much. I want Ashley to have a wife who doesn't cry in the shower every morning!  Don't get me wrong!  I know that I'll get all better, and I'm amazed, given my whole disposition, that I seem to have escaped any real depression or anything like that.  Mentally I feel good, other than being beaten down by pain/discomfort.  And the most important thing?  Elinor is in perfect health, and also has the cutest corn kernels disguised as toes that I've ever seen in my life. Can I try and make myself clear again?  I LOVE having my little darling girl, and it's shaping up to be the best thing ever, but it's so hard not to get discouraged by how I feel physically.  I don't want to sound like I'm complaining - I save all my complaining for my long-suffering husband, you see. And really?  How can you not be happy when you have this in your back seat?