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I'm pretty sure I won't be needing surgery (knock on wood). I think my body is healing itself. How freakin' cool is that?
I was awfully giddy today, realizing that the thrush is fought back and so might this other thing be and a future without pain might be just around the corner. My boy is still an absolute angel, though I can't figure out how to regulate the feedings. What have you other mommas done? I let K feed when he wants which has me up about every 2 hours at night, though sometimes it's every 3 or even 4. Still, how do I get him interested in longer sleep? And during the day, interested in longer play-times in between feedings? Anyone?
Also the cloth diaper thing at night is a biotch. We've started double-diapering at night but we're still soaked by pee almost every morning unless we diaper-change at least twice in the night. Ideas?
As a result of the whole giving-birth thing and also the whole I'm-no-longer-going-to-need-surgery thing, I've been going pretty easy on myself. I've been letting myself sleep in, turn down sessions, eat chocolate, eat pie, sit in baths, read fiction and cartoons and nothing else in my New Yorker magazines and even eat out when usually I'm against such caloric and financial expenditures. It's nice, this acceptance. Meggie bought me a 10 meal card at Casa de Luz and I've been enjoying meals there all week. I get it now: Life is too short to not live fully today.
Two more days in this holiday break. I love having Ali around and family around and Christmas lights up and cheeriness in the air. It's a good time.