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Oct. 25th, 2003 02:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beetigerThere's no way I'm going to be able to put down the whirlwind of emotions and activities surrounding Rhys' first week and a half of life here. It's been a surprising time, just like the surprising time that new parents have had every single time since forever.
With a lot of practice and a few visits to a lactation consultant, Rhys and I are slowly learning how to do the dance of nursing. He still seems to like his hands in his mouth -- a "self-soother", our doula says cheerfully -- but we seem to be learning how to listen to each other better. And the...um...throughput is good, so I have to assume metabolic activity is happening and he is indeed getting fed.
We're of course not getting enough sleep -- the advice to nap at noon when the baby does is well given but a bit hard to take. I'm having bouts of depression and worry about feeling isolated. This isn't surprising, really. I've always known I don't do well if I don't get out of the house often, but I've been pretty much living in my living room for the better part of the week, at least. I went to the bank today, which improved my mood for a bit. It's odd, thinking of basic chores as little expeditions.
Rhys is wonderful though, bright-eyed and cuddly and overall good-natured. I didn't have to worry about falling in love with him right away.
I'm hoping people will call and visit soon. I could use the contact. I'm sure they're mostly just waiting for permission, waiting to hear we're okay with visitors, but at the same time I don't want to make anyone feel they should come by if they don't want to.
I'm trying to tell Rhys that the extra hour tonight is strictly reserved for sleeping. I don't think he's going to buy it, though.
If I felt better, this entry would be more witty and charming. Things are actually very very good, overall, and if you were sitting here with me I'd tell you all so and you would believe it.
With a lot of practice and a few visits to a lactation consultant, Rhys and I are slowly learning how to do the dance of nursing. He still seems to like his hands in his mouth -- a "self-soother", our doula says cheerfully -- but we seem to be learning how to listen to each other better. And the...um...throughput is good, so I have to assume metabolic activity is happening and he is indeed getting fed.
We're of course not getting enough sleep -- the advice to nap at noon when the baby does is well given but a bit hard to take. I'm having bouts of depression and worry about feeling isolated. This isn't surprising, really. I've always known I don't do well if I don't get out of the house often, but I've been pretty much living in my living room for the better part of the week, at least. I went to the bank today, which improved my mood for a bit. It's odd, thinking of basic chores as little expeditions.
Rhys is wonderful though, bright-eyed and cuddly and overall good-natured. I didn't have to worry about falling in love with him right away.
I'm hoping people will call and visit soon. I could use the contact. I'm sure they're mostly just waiting for permission, waiting to hear we're okay with visitors, but at the same time I don't want to make anyone feel they should come by if they don't want to.
I'm trying to tell Rhys that the extra hour tonight is strictly reserved for sleeping. I don't think he's going to buy it, though.
If I felt better, this entry would be more witty and charming. Things are actually very very good, overall, and if you were sitting here with me I'd tell you all so and you would believe it.
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Date: 2003-10-25 11:50 am (UTC)I'm currently sniffly and contagious, and I don't want to come and sniffle on any of you. I'll definitely be out to visit when the sniffles go away.