Feet

I asked my husband to rub my feet for a minute before I went to sleep, because I knew it would be good for my body in its efforts to heal from whatever infection I am carrying right now. I had no idea that, when he started rubbing them, I would be experiencing a whole ‘nother level of ache. I had zero clue that my feet were as sore as they apparently were. Thank God and thank my husband for the idea and for the relief!

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Bedtime

Tonight, I was ready for bed, but my baby was not. So, I set her on the floor and told her to go do whatever. She happily left the room for about five minutes, then came back with a tissue and a grin, ready to get in bed and nurse. It was stressful at first, but turned out to be lovely in the end. I love that she is getting so independent at times.

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Nursing struggles

When I go to bed with her nursing, she regularly needs to latch on before I am ready for her. So, I end up in bed with her curled up on me, nursing intensely, unable to turn out the lamp on the bedside table, because it is just a little too far out of my reach with her attached. And yes, it is annoying when this happens, which is far too often, especially considering how dumb it sounds. But reaching over to turn off the light usually means having her teeth rip across my nipple as she tries not to let go while I move too far away for her possibly to stay attached. Then she usually cries fiercely. Not fun for either of us.

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Nursing action

While nursing, my daughter makes an effort to grab blindly all sorts of anything that is in her vicinity. Her number one preference, of course, is my other nipple. But, if that is unavailable, she’ll reach for anything she can find. And, if she feels something behind her at any point, she will continue to reach feet her and farther backward in a effort to find whatever it was in the first place.

It is a wild adventure with just her one arm being active most of the time. But she sometimes decided that she needs, still blindly, to fight me. She stands and pushes with arms and legs and twists and turns and moans, all while actively nursing and with eyes shut. It is a very special affair. And yes, it so extremely comical and ridiculous to behold.

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Cold hands

Our daughter crawled into my husband tonight after showering, and he did a kind of yelp and asked her why her hands were so cold, ‘just like your mother’. I told him to imagine that latching onto his nipple. He said that, ‘Yeah, well, you’re used to it,’ saying that, since I regularly have cold hands and feet, it wouldn’t bother me to have freezing cold hands and lips grab onto my breasts and nipples. As if… haha. One has almost nothing to do with the other, as my breasts are never cold like the hands and feet can get. But he seems to think so…

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Understanding

I don’t understand it. When I have something to do, something to accomplish, I look to see what the end goal is, and then I backtrack to see what I need to do in order to achieve the goal or accomplish the task and what the timeframe for each step is.

And some people just don’t do that. And they consistently don’t accomplish the things on time or up to par. And it is baffling to me that they won’t approach it this way, a way they consistently works and that, even, is taught for how to achieve goals. I don’t get it.

Ugh!!!!!!!!!!).

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Reprieve

When my husband finished building his hours, though I will be grateful and glad to see him again, and to be able to exercise again, I think I might be most excited about being able to go to bed at a reasonable time again and not have to deal with a crying baby every single night while getting ready for bed. I am beyond over it, and it crushes me how much I break down each night.

God, guide us lovingly, please. Keep my husband and baby safe and make us well. In your name, I pray.

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Sounds

Sometimes, my daughter and I do sounds back and forth, trading copying each other. I occasionally try tricking her into saying words with those sounds. She usually smiles at me when I do so, and then acts like I didn’t just say something for her to repeat. Tonight, just for fun, I threw at her, “Can you say, ‘Carhartt’?” She looked right at me and grinned, borderline giggling. ‘That was a good one, huh?’ Cracked us both up that I would say such a word that she definitely cannot yet say. She hasn’t made half the sounds of it yet, let alone putting them together in that specific permutation. She totally got the joke, and we had a moment of great goofiness together.

Thank you, God, for the goofiness we share. In your name, I pray. Amen.

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