Here are S and Q at Q's 6 month check up. Crappy cell phone pic, but you can see the light in their eyes!The heat is killing us here. Everyone is edgy and moody. Q sweats and cries b/c he is too hot. The only time he is happy is when he is in an air conditioned room. And S doesn't ever want to stay in 1 place for more than 10 minutes. This is not the best. And O is pissy and attitudy. Which makes me want to toss some attitude back. but being the parent means I can't. The entitled attitude is killing me. Telling versus asking is not going over well.
Last night, Paul had a terrible night with the boys. As I was trying to leave for work, Q was crying and crying. So they went into our bedroom, with the AC on and had a picnic of watermelon and string cheese for dinner. Go nutritious meals mom! From what I hear, tonight was similar.
High point-Q had his 6 month check up today. He weighed in at 21.15 pounds! Seriously. He went from the 30th (ish) percentile to the 96th percentile! I am so very happy about this. All boob! I did it. I have tried not to put too much pressure on breastfeeding, but if I was being honest, it means everything to me to be able to nurse him and have him thrive.
Low point-I got my feelings hurt today. When I was pregnant with Q, I did not have a baby shower. No one gave us gifts, no one came to the hospital; and after we came home, 1 family came to see us and meet him. No one at my work did anything at all, no card, no gifts, even after he was born, I never heard from anyone. I thought the lack of celebration was because he was my second in 2 years. And we didn't need anything, having just had S. But I really wanted some sort of acknowledgement, even just a call. Now, a girl I work with is about to have her second baby. And she is being thrown a shower. And I am so hurt and so sad I don't even know what to do with these feelings. I am not best friends with my co-workers; but I thought we were close enough. And yet it turns out that I am still on the outside of things. I am so sad about this.
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