crunchpatty
Old Shoe
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Feb-2-2009 21:49
(aaah...)
Which is to say that while the pushing bit wasn’t too bad, the 20 some odd hours of riding the pitocin dragon as a first act was really rough. The nursing staff at the hospital, however, were just about the most excellent people and most competent, knowledgeable and reassuring professionals I have ever encountered in any field whatsoever.
What came next is kind of a blur " I can’t be sure, but I think it might have been some kind of initiation into a nursery rhyme cult. All I remember is that I didn’t sleep or eat any real food for three days, and wandered around a hallway with a bunch of other smackfaced guys with screeching infants over our shoulders muttering “S/he’s beautiful, congratulations” at one another while the bewitching soundtrack of women in pain echoed from behind ‘privacy’ curtains in room after room on the post-natal ward.
But that’s waaay over now! Baby is doing great " sleeps like Rip van Winkle after a week long kegger and eats like Nigella Lawson after her third bad date in a row. He and I spend most mornings looking out the window and making fun of people, cars and dogs or singing the theme music from ‘fresh prince of belair’…just basically chillin’ out, maxin’ (maxxin’?), relaxin’ all cool and stuff. He’s been to about a half dozen restaurants, including the all-important wing n’ pints joint around the corner, and breaks hearts in every one. Plus, my recent crash course in the dirty work of parenting is bringing a whole new grammar of slightly inappropriate images and get-rich quick schemes into my thinksicle. For instance, there’s tons of snow around, and babies teethe, right? So why the hell shouldn’t there be breast milk snow cones???
(ugh, more)
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crunchpatty
Old Shoe
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Feb-2-2009 21:49
(sorry, done soon...)
Anyways ~ mom is good, baby’s good, so I’m good. Ez needs to wake up (hey, it’s garbage night, and that stuff isn’t gonna take itself out), so I’m gonna go in a sec. Keep your Sleuth hands strong, congrats to all those who appear to have knocked out Secret #1 this week (woot!), and in matters of parenting, be assured that Sleuth has taught me at least one thing;
2 Wetness Evidence + no/fake lullaby = GUILTY (of parental negligence)
2 Poopsicle Evidence …(yada yada yada…you get the drift J
Cheers y’all and thanks!
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