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well i produced a beautiful 9 lb 4.3 ounce baby Ada. shes so beautiful!
theres A LOT to complain about, johns mom is driving me bat shit crazy (i hear her shouting over the phone inviting family members to visit the baby this very moment .. jesus fer realz???? isnt this something you should ask baby-momma first???) ...
however i am grateful the babala is healthy. just five more days of like no day-time privacy (nightfall is when baby starts fussing and we stay up all night breastfeeding!!) .. then my clan arrives the 23rd and i can, for once, like really appreciate their company. in comparison, they are peaceful heavenly creatures lol.
this is so traumatizing, that i can hear his moms shrill voice resonating through layers of my dead brain cells throughout the night.
this whole 'experience' began the night i broke my water (quite earlier than expected!). doctors ordered me to rest well, as i was being induced for labor the following morning ... they sent me home. by the time we settled into bed, it was about 2-3am (finally - rest!!). his mom has the nerve to call me at 3:45-4 in the am frantically worrying that i went into labor. i spent more than ten minutes on the phone calming down his mother (wtf!) after iterating, about 3-4 times, that i needed rest. i was so incredibly pissed! not only that, but i realized, after waking, that i had severe labor pains (cramps) in my uterus. between the rage and the aches, i didnt get a wink of sleep. i was induced the following morning, my energy level was shot. i will forever attribute that to his mom. absolutely uncalled for.
basically this whole labor seemed to revolve around johns mom weird antics. theres the memory of john arguing with his mom not to leave yet (i believe during the epidural phase of labor), johns parents arriving here MUCH earlier than expected (we still had 48 hours before discharge for christs sake!!!) ... why why WHY?!?!?!
when i came home from the hospital, there was already a load of dishes in the sink. i spent a few hours cleaning up the apartment, while having contractions, so that i would have a nice peaceful sanctuary to come back to :) i mean why bring like a years worth of paper plates and plastic forks if youre still going to leave dishes?
there is SO MUCH MORE TO BE UPSET ABOUT. that is just the beginning, however i need to study and all this typing is making me feel even MORE frantic.
i cannot wait wait WAIT til this is over. so effing infuriating.
theres A LOT to complain about, johns mom is driving me bat shit crazy (i hear her shouting over the phone inviting family members to visit the baby this very moment .. jesus fer realz???? isnt this something you should ask baby-momma first???) ...
however i am grateful the babala is healthy. just five more days of like no day-time privacy (nightfall is when baby starts fussing and we stay up all night breastfeeding!!) .. then my clan arrives the 23rd and i can, for once, like really appreciate their company. in comparison, they are peaceful heavenly creatures lol.
this is so traumatizing, that i can hear his moms shrill voice resonating through layers of my dead brain cells throughout the night.
this whole 'experience' began the night i broke my water (quite earlier than expected!). doctors ordered me to rest well, as i was being induced for labor the following morning ... they sent me home. by the time we settled into bed, it was about 2-3am (finally - rest!!). his mom has the nerve to call me at 3:45-4 in the am frantically worrying that i went into labor. i spent more than ten minutes on the phone calming down his mother (wtf!) after iterating, about 3-4 times, that i needed rest. i was so incredibly pissed! not only that, but i realized, after waking, that i had severe labor pains (cramps) in my uterus. between the rage and the aches, i didnt get a wink of sleep. i was induced the following morning, my energy level was shot. i will forever attribute that to his mom. absolutely uncalled for.
basically this whole labor seemed to revolve around johns mom weird antics. theres the memory of john arguing with his mom not to leave yet (i believe during the epidural phase of labor), johns parents arriving here MUCH earlier than expected (we still had 48 hours before discharge for christs sake!!!) ... why why WHY?!?!?!
when i came home from the hospital, there was already a load of dishes in the sink. i spent a few hours cleaning up the apartment, while having contractions, so that i would have a nice peaceful sanctuary to come back to :) i mean why bring like a years worth of paper plates and plastic forks if youre still going to leave dishes?
there is SO MUCH MORE TO BE UPSET ABOUT. that is just the beginning, however i need to study and all this typing is making me feel even MORE frantic.
i cannot wait wait WAIT til this is over. so effing infuriating.