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Surviving bedrest
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I’m sure people think the idea is appealing. Lie in bed and have someone else do everything for you and you can just chill out.
It’s driving me insane.
Why am I on bedrest? Well. Last week sometime I started having tightenings across the stomach and my uterus felt like it was leaking. One midwife call later and she suggested I stay in bed as much as possible as I was having regular (if short and painless for me) contractions. Least the fluid in question was just a ridiculous amount of cervical mucous and not amniotic fluid. And apparently my cervix looked very slightly eroded, might have been a bit short (can’t remember) but otherwise was thick and shut exactly the way it should be.
Happy World Breastfeeding week
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Laugh with me.
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Got this link from tks off AB.
http://community.livejournal.com/boob_nazis/1737571.html
The only place people have trouble with breastfeeding is in this pathetic “civilised, developed” world which despite being massively technologically advanced is intellectually completely backward. Only in these so-called “developed” countries, especially those of the “Christian” persuasion is breastfeeding “indecent”.
In “developing” countries, aside from the places where those fat ignorant fucks Nestle and other formula companies have been pushing their chemical cocktails of potential death, breastfeeding is normal. Any mum can go out anywhere and flop out a boob for a hungry baby or toddler, and no one even notices. Or if they do notice they’re all “Awwwww look, isn’t that sweeeeeet *\gush*”. Hell even in some Muslim countries where the women wear those top to toe garbs (which I so should know the name of but it’s evading me right now), it’s not unusual to see a woman, face covered for reasons of modesty, boob out to feed her child. Because breastfeeding is normal and I think it’s actually somewhere in their religious texts as well, though I’ll have to double check that.
Junk food for newborns
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I don’t know if voluntary formula feeders do any research at all into what they’re choosing to put into their babies o_O
I don’t think formula makers care as long as they’re raking in the cash. Cunts.
fyn’s solution: ban all formula and establish milk banks.
Although the problem with that is some health authority (I need to find out who for maximum ridicule, and need to find the exact quote as well) claims that it’s not known if human milk is safe for human consumption. Ugh.
Midwife visit
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Had a midwife from the Community Midwives come visit, and everything is cool, so we are progressing. I am very happy :) Turns out that hiring a birth pool is an option coz they’re not nearly as big as I thought they were so with minimal furniture arrangement one will definitely fit. Yay!
Seems like I did get my dates right after all which is a good thing, she checked and said the uterus was exactly where it was supposed to be, and she ended up not really using the wheel thing that they have to guess dates coz I have a 32 day cycle not the standard 28 day one. Stupid long cycles. She also reckons I have a high chance of going early coz Mr Baby was born two weeks early. Left a file behind that I’ve been going through. They take care of pretty much everything and all we have to do now is work out which hospital to book into in the unlikely event of problems occurring (complications or Smidge decides to rock up before 37 weeks which they won’t handle at home). Probably be going to King Edward because they’re allowed to remain in charge whereas at Kaleeya they can stay but they can’t be in charge.
Slow progress
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Almost have a belly. Almost. Still only obvious after a meal :P I want chicken and corn soup, but we have no chicken and no corn, hell not really much of anything left, because tomorrow is shopping day. Maybe I should duck down to the hawkers and get some. They might still be open, it’s only 8:35. If worse comes to worse I have rendang and veges in the fridge that just needs some rice to be cooked up. I really want chicken and corn soup but :(
Righty ho
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Got fluffymail from The Wee Wuns XD The nappy and its insert need washing before use, but I think the PUL covers should be all right to use straight away. I haven’t found anything that suggests they should be washed before use. Seems kinda silly anyway. Just waiting on Vicki from Bubblebubs and her little girl to get over this evil virus thing they’ve gotten so she can start work on these special Dockers nappies I’ve ordered for Tiny and TheSmidge. I hope she listens to me and doesn’t stress about them ;)
The Power of Levers!
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Tiny has worked out levers. He worked out how to rig up the hockey stick to lever the bottom shelf off the shelf set thingi in our bedroom. He found it doesn’t work on the baby gates though, he tried a few times :)
I think he might be able to read a little bit too, though I’m not sure. He seems to react to words he sees, not just in books (where I can safely assume he’s looking at pictures as well) but also on screen when he’s sitting on my lap and in “big” books that I read. He seems to have some idea of what he wants/needs to learn to read at any rate, the chunky board books he keeps bringing over are “Alphabet” and “Numbers”. Occasionally he’ll bring over “Food” and “Animals” either for something different or because he wants something to eat and can’t grab it out of the fruit basket. He’s brought over the food book before to tell me he wanted an egg. And I think he knows his “Frog” cloth book off by heart now.
That munchkin
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We were having a shower, as we do. I scrubbed Tiny and said “Come on Tiny, scrub yourself, scrubscrubscrub.” So Tiny started scrubbing his torso and his groin. I called JJ in to see him scrubbing, and asked Tiny to “Show Daddy how you scrub” so he scrubbed himself again, and JJ jooked about how the boy had prioroties which was good to see when Tiny decided to make sure his groin was extra clean. With a bit of encouragement he also crouched down to scrub his legs and feet. I’d given him his soap container (using this giant thing of Johnson’s top to toe that we bought shortly after he was born. Yes we still have the same bottle. He hasn’t quite figurd it out yet.
Of Cravings and other Things
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Tiny’s been real great so far. I think he’s well aware of his little…sibling. This is going to be interesting, I keep thinking “little brother” and when I’m talking to JJ about them I keep referring to them as “the boys” rather than “the kids” which is what i should be doing til we either know via ultrasound or when I’m about four months which I’m guessing I will know for sure, coz that’s about when I “knew” that Tiny was a little boy named Tiny. He’s quite patient and understanding with me as much as a yearling can be, when the misnomered morning sickness lasts all bloody day.