Taking risks
Skipper is sitting in the bouncy chair, the one in which she tried to die two weeks ago. Cook put it away in the closet, but I got it out yesterday, in the hope of having some time to take a shower (it didn't work yesterday, but I did get my shower while she slept in the cosleeper), and now she's sitting in it happily, staring at the wall and gently bouncing. She is a normal color, and she's definitely breathing. It's still a little scary, even though we're sure the bouncy chair had nothing to do with the episode.
I have very little to report otherwise. Skipper has a nice helping of baby acne, and is not particularly attractive at the moment to anybody but me and Cook. She does this charming thing where she clasps her hands adoringly under her chin while she nurses.
Dutch is struggling hard with the sibling thing, in her own special melodramatic way. Last night she told me that she doesn't want her sister to die but she does want her to disappear. Being a big sister is not fun! Her usual hypochondriac tendencies are wildly inflamed. Last night she claimed to have both pinkeye and "ammonia." Today she spent the morning sobbing over various catastrophes, like the fact that Cook had taken a shower and was now cleaner than her.* And that her shirt had a 7 on the label and it's not fair that only 7-year-olds can wear that shirt. Anything to wrest our attention away from that pimply parasite.
It's pretty trying - Dutch has always leaned toward the glass-half-empty perspective, but this is way over the top, and it's tough to deal with adequately when I'm trying to write a technical memo for a looming deadline, with the parasite dangling off my nipple, and Cook is scrambling to get some sort of nutritious meal together, and we're both worn out from nights of nursing and diaper-changing. But she remains very loving and gentle in her interactions with Skipper herself, and I expect that she'll come around to a more stable and positive position eventually. Hopefully sooner rather han later...
*Not something that ordinarily bothers her.
I have very little to report otherwise. Skipper has a nice helping of baby acne, and is not particularly attractive at the moment to anybody but me and Cook. She does this charming thing where she clasps her hands adoringly under her chin while she nurses.
Dutch is struggling hard with the sibling thing, in her own special melodramatic way. Last night she told me that she doesn't want her sister to die but she does want her to disappear. Being a big sister is not fun! Her usual hypochondriac tendencies are wildly inflamed. Last night she claimed to have both pinkeye and "ammonia." Today she spent the morning sobbing over various catastrophes, like the fact that Cook had taken a shower and was now cleaner than her.* And that her shirt had a 7 on the label and it's not fair that only 7-year-olds can wear that shirt. Anything to wrest our attention away from that pimply parasite.
It's pretty trying - Dutch has always leaned toward the glass-half-empty perspective, but this is way over the top, and it's tough to deal with adequately when I'm trying to write a technical memo for a looming deadline, with the parasite dangling off my nipple, and Cook is scrambling to get some sort of nutritious meal together, and we're both worn out from nights of nursing and diaper-changing. But she remains very loving and gentle in her interactions with Skipper herself, and I expect that she'll come around to a more stable and positive position eventually. Hopefully sooner rather han later...
*Not something that ordinarily bothers her.
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when our midwife suggested this as an idea, we just about cried with delight. everything looked sunnier then.
we liked it so much, in fact, that we stopped using the pseudo changing table ever.