Parenthood takes it's toll on both parents. My formerly brilliant husband has apparently become an idiot. Two examples:
Yesterday, I asked Ben to change Dexter's diaper and he asked me if he needed to take his (Dexter's) pants off first!
This morning, after the 6:30am feeding, I told Ben (who was sleeping in bed) that I was going to get coffee and to keep an eye on Dexter who was talking to himself in his swing. Ben opened his eyes, heard Dexter fussing, and asked me (seriously), "Did you feed him?" Oh my God, I completely forgot! We got engrossed in an hour and a half discussion comparing transcendentalism and existentialism and it never occurred to me to feed him! "Of course I fed him!!!" What did he think we were doing?!
Has he lost his mind?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
My New Best Friend
Oh, Cabbage. Who knew I would come to love you so much...I can't eat you now that I'm breastfeeding but I promise not to ever again forsake you for bok choy.
Yesterday, I had my first plugged duct in my breast. Half of the breast got really hard and hot and red. It felt tender and, when breastfeeding, like a long rusty needle stabbing straight up my breast. I tried all the tricks in the book (literally): lots of breastfeeding, massage, warm compress, increasing liquid intake to no avail. Ready to try anything to improve the situation, I sent Ben off to the grocery store at 9pm for a head of cabbage. Elissa had told me that putting crumpled cabbage leaves on the breast could unclog a duct. Sure enough, I spent a half hour with cabbage on my boob, took a hot, hot, hot shower and then let Dexter go to town and he sucked that clog free! There will never not be cabbage in my fridge from now on.
Remembered the Camera...
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