So the doctor congratulated me on losing 7lb instead of gaining 3.
I’m not going to correct her.
I’m 21 and I feel so old on tumblr…. lol.
I’m also 24 lol
I just turned 22
23 turning 24 in July :)
I’ll be 22 on friday.
I’ll be 27
30. Now get off my lawn.
So far I’ve only tried pockets. I’m getting a shipment soon that has a couple diff brands of AIO and a couple of prefolds+a cover. Next I want to try fitteds and then maybe an AI2.
I use Green Mountain Prefolds and fitteds along with Thirsties, Econobum, and Bummis covers. Econobum is OS with a snap closure, about $6. It isn’t pretty, but it gets the job done. Thirsties has the cutest patterns.
Normal baby eczema. We have to eliminate more irritants, though. I need to find myself new soap. Very difficult for an oily skin type.
Also, yeast infection. Very disappointing. I thought cloth diapers were better for that.
William’s excema seems to be getting worse. I made an appt for him to be seen this afternoon. I have a nasty feeling that it’s an allergy to his formula. There is so much conflicting info that I don’t feel comfortable trying to treat this myself anymore. Sigh.
There are no pictures of William and me that aren’t selfies, except one the nurse took of us while I was still being sewn up that isn’t worth seeing.
I’ve asked DH to please take some, and had the camera out for weeks. I take pictures of them together.
It makes me sad. I don’t get dressed up every day, but I don’t need to.
I’m tired of asking, but it hurts me to think that I don’t have anything of us.
Today we read “Where the Wild Things Are” for the first time. I’d forgotten how much I loved that book. Sendak had an amazing gift for cadence and tone. It’s not sing-song or condecending. It’s pure beautiful story that encourages imagination. I need to get his other books. Don’t get me wrong, I love Dr. Seuss, but smart children’s books are so refreshing. When we read 5+ books every day, that makes a difference.
Son of a bitch, will someone tell my stupid boobs to stop leaking? It’s been a week since my last pump. They don’t hurt, but they’re ridiculous. I returned my pump, so I can’t just start back up, even if I wanted to. It’s just a reminder of how useless my body truly is. I can’t make enough milk to keep my baby from starving, but by God, I will continuously dribble enough to need nursing pads and to piss me off. I want to close this demoralizing and degrading chapter in my life, but instead, I have to stare it in the face 24/7.
I hate my body. I have a bum eye, a bum knee, stupid boobs, stubborn ovaries, high blood pressure, and a weight problem that doesn’t go away without reverting to an eating disorder. My whole being is disordered. Had just one thing been different- not dealing with infertility, being able to breastfeed, being thin- I would be an entirely different person at a different place in life. Instead I’m left sharing a cell with my inadequacies.
I can’t even think of a snazzy conclusion. I’ll just go change my boob soakers again.