Friday, June 22, 2012

Laughter (Month 3)

The Mouse laughed her first laugh today, for her Nonno (grandpa) after a bath (which she cried through) It's such a cute laugh, totally a chuckle.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs and listened and cried, because I can't climb the stairs and so I missed it.

I am currently an elderly person. I am using a walking frame and (gasp) a commode to go to the toilet.

On Monday I got up out of bed and my back spasmed. It kept spasming over and over until we called an ambulance and they gave me drugs to numb some of the pain. Then they made me get off the bed and climb down our stairs and go to Williamstown Hospital. It was much worse than labour, much more painful, for a point of reference for those who know what labour is like.

I have only just started to be able to walk and get, by myself and with minimal pain, in and out of bed.

The hardest part is not being able to look after the Mouse. We have moved to my parents-in-law's house and I now have plenty of time to read books, wash my face and moisturise! It's funny how you wish you could do these things while you're healthy and looking after your baby means you don't have time, but when someone else is caring for her because you can't, you realise you don't really care about the state of your face. It'd be much nicer to be able to rock her when she cries, and be there for her first laugh.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Mother's Group

So, The Mouse and I went to our first Council sponsored Mother's Group today. The 2pm start fell nicely between feeds and The Mouse slept through most of it.

My observations from today:
1. Every single woman was wearing jeans. I secretly assume we're all still wearing our maternity jeans, mostly because I want not to be the only one. I also secretly assume most of us chose jeans today instead of tracksuit pants because, typically women dress for each other.

2. It takes two to make a conversation. When you run out of questions to ask someone there's an awkward silence where the other person is supposed to question you back. I used to feel like I must be to blame for the lack of conversation, but now I feel that it's only fair to expect the other person to show a little interest in me in return for my interest.

3. Plenty of mothers formula feed their babies. Some by choice, some due to illness, some who don't like to share their reasons very loudly. I heard that the official stats are about 5% of babies are formula fed. In my Mother's Group there are 12 women, and 4 formula fed babies that I noticed. That's one third, and I was concerned I might be the only one or that they might be suss about how we ended up there.

4. Breast feeding is not easy, even of you have a nice amount of milk (not too much, not too little) The general consensus is that the hospitals gloss over many of the details and difficulties, the pain and the steep learning curve.