Shhh… She’s sleeping

Ok, a sleeping baby is not that big of a deal. The big deal is, she’s not sleeping on me. She’s been on her own for about 30 minutes! So much free time! Of course, I still wouldn’t dare have a shower when I’m alone with her as I know she’ll wake up screaming in the middle of my shampoo. So I’m still in pajamas. But I was able to do a few chores. Oh, and now I’m blogging again. Nice! Don’t get used to it though. It could end very abruptly!

So since I was last on this blog, we have been dealing with a 3-year-old who acts out any chance he has and a newborn with thrush (du muguet, pour les francophones). We are treating the thrush, but we are not impressed with the midwives on that one: I think she has had thrush for a long while (we have a photo of her on day 2 sticking a completely white tongue), but the midwives never looked into her mouth. We thought it was just milk deposits, but after a while, it seemed suspicious. And when I called the midwife on Thursday, she said she would try to come that afternoon and never did, so I had to call back the next morning. They were dealing with 3 women in labor, so in the end they just faxed a prescription to the pharmacy. I understand that September is the busiest time of the year, but what about me? Just kidding. Sort of. Thrush sucks. I wanted it treated as fast as possible. Now the drug we have to give her is extremely disgusting (well I haven’t tasted it, but it smells a bit like those banana antibiotics I was given as a child) and she spits it all up when she has a chance. But hopefully it will still work.

On the bright side, breastfeeding is still less painful than it has been with my son, even with thrush. And the baby sleeps decently at night, with 3-hour stretches once or twice a night. Only downside: she sleeps on me. Sometimes she’ll be nice enough to allow me to move her to Zak’s chest in the morning so I can actually lie down comfortably for 2 hours. Sometimes it doesn’t work. My back hurts. But eh, she’s only 11 days old. And through all that, I try to stay zen: it’s my last baby. I will miss having a little bundle of hot, hot joy making me sweat all night. I sound sarcastic, but I’m serious. I’m sure that in a few years, when my son will be all grown up (i.e., in school) and my daughter will be in her “I want only Papa” period, I’ll long for these days long gone. So I try to take things one day at a time and enjoy.

Of course, it’s easier said than done when, like this morning, I change her diaper and she poops on me, then pees on me, then pees on me again. Breath in, breath out. And call Zak for help.

Now if only we didn’t have to stop our son from doing something completely ridiculously dangerous or stupid every 5 minutes, life would be a lot easier!

My mom should help with that. She’s coming to spend two weeks with us soon, so we’ll be able to send her out to play with our son once in a while. I think he’s been cooped up in the house too much. Not that we don’t want to get out, but we usually don’t manage to get ready until 11 or so in the morning. And maybe some of the things we get upset with him about are not that bad if you’re not sleep-deprived. In the meantime, our friends in the Co-op have started a food train: every other day until the beginning of October, we are getting a free meal from one of our neighbors. It’s such a great idea! I mean, cooking meals is one thing: Zak usually manages quite well. The problem is the dishes that have to be done after. That takes a lot of time. And since I’m usually stuck on the couch either feeding or holding a sleeping baby (because if I put her down she’ll wake up and be fussy again and need to drink and…), he’s stuck with most (if not all) of the chores by himself. So for the next two weeks we will be treated to all sorts of culinary discoveries. I love living in a housing Co-op!

Well, I think my rest is over now. Baby is grunting, I think she’s waking up, and besides, there is laundry to fold, poopy diapers to wash, etc. But it was nice to talk to you (whoever you are) for a minute. I’ll try to be back!

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