Anyway I am against most philosophies that suggest babies need tough love and crying is a training strategy, so we weren't willing to let Josie cry for the days required for her to fall asleep herself. But five minutes? I remember these types of babies from my sitter gig days in high school, just thought they were figments of my imagination or something.
This week I went back to work, which meant I had to wear something other that sweatpants and honestly, the wardrobe was the toughest part of returning. I just spent the whole week feeling like a big fat fatty, wore maternity clothes one day and that just made it worse, switched out to some larger slacks later. I sort of whined about it a little but everyone eye-rolled at me because I'm skinny by nature and these extra 20 pounds and weird "I just had a baby" hips don't make me obese by any stretch of the imagination, so there was a lot of "oh poor you" so I had to shut up about it.
Patience, I know. It took nine months for my body to get that way.
Oh, and my shirts don't fit either. Boobs. I don't even own the TYPES of tops that women with boobs own. There was a lot of layering. The boobs did appreciate the office breast pump schedule though... being reliably empty of milk twice a day spoiled them. I actually had to pump today even though it was sunday because they just couldn't handle a sleepy baby morning, damnit, there was milk everywhere and it was frustrating.
Sorry I haven't posted up more baby photos. She doesn't smile yet, so the pictures are a little redundant, she pretty much has one look. Here's a crappy dark cell phone pic. I took it one evening around bedtime... we were hoping she'd be looking drowsy but instead, we got the dreaded gollum eyes:
Seven weeks old.
Josie is STILL randomly bringing up the fact that "there's no baby in your tummy? the baby is right *there*?" as if she's still getting her mind wrapped around this whole situation. And we bring stuff out like baby swings, chairs, clothes, and Josie asks if that was her stuff ("When I was a tiny baby I sat in that chair?") There's a lot of questions and comments. Josie had her 3-year checkup last week and the pediatrician asked us how many WORDS she knows, like a count or something, Marc just looked stunned and said "Um, a lot? Infinity? She knows ALL OF THEM OKAY?!"
Olive just says "oooh" and then grunts a lot, but she will talk someday. Egads what am I going to do in three years... I used to think marc was so damn chatty! So I had two of his babies, then left them with him full time? Have I set myself up to be surrounded by extroverts? Oh hell!