A typical Wednesday

The last two days have been the kind when all the pictures for L.A. postcards get taken. Although it's cold, it's as pretty as it gets. The San Gabriel mountains are dusted with snow and with the recent rain, the air is actually clear enough to see them. They look very close as I'm driving in to work, but when I get to my desk and look out the windows, they seem to have receded again. Oh well, at least we have windows now.

John thinks he's getting sick again; I called home to say I forgot to bring the milk in from the front porch, and he told me I might have to come home from work. I hate it when he's sick - he's either whiny or ready to bite your head off at the least provocation. He seems to catch every bug that comes along, and I am not a good nurse. At least the kids don't get sick every time he does, but when they do I get to take care of everybody. Oh, the joys of a strong immune system.

The office has been so cold the past few days, everyone goes around wearing jackets all day. A downside of the aforementioned windows, I guess, although for some reason, this side of the building does not get any heat. When you turn the thermostat up, all it does is turn the air conditioning off. The maintenance guys waffled about some legal reason, but it sounded like bullshit to me.

Breastfeeding - It seems like my milk supply is dropping off just as Avalon is beginning to eat more. John had to go buy formula yesterday; only the second can we've gotten since she was born. I had been so proud of myself that nearly all of Avalon's food has come from me. A couple of weekends of being away too long and waiting too long at work to pump have taken their toll. I have been trying to drink more water and feed her more when I'm at home, but over two pumping sessions today I only got 10 oz. I usually get at least half again that amount. I begrudge every drop that drips on the floor or sticks to the inside of the pump before I clean it as taking valuable nutrition from my baby's mouth. Having this thrush infection since November is not helping either. The doctor tells me to put Avalon's medication on myself, but since it's sugar based , it makes me stick to my bra and pull more skin off than it heals.

A typical Wednesday

The last two days have been the kind when all the pictures for L.A. postcards get taken. Although it's cold, it's as pretty as it gets. The San Gabriel mountains are dusted with snow and with the recent rain, the air is actually clear enough to see them. They look very close as I'm driving in to work, but when I get to my desk and look out the windows, they seem to have receded again. Oh well, at least we have windows now.

John thinks he's getting sick again; I called home to say I forgot to bring the milk in from the front porch, and he told me I might have to come home from work. I hate it when he's sick - he's either whiny or ready to bite your head off at the least provocation. He seems to catch every bug that comes along, and I am not a good nurse. At least the kids don't get sick every time he does, but when they do I get to take care of everybody. Oh, the joys of a strong immune system.

The office has been so cold the past few days, everyone goes around wearing jackets all day. A downside of the aforementioned windows, I guess, although for some reason, this side of the building does not get any heat. When you turn the thermostat up, all it does is turn the air conditioning off. The maintenance guys waffled about some legal reason, but it sounded like bullshit to me.

Breastfeeding - It seems like my milk supply is dropping off just as Avalon is beginning to eat more. John had to go buy formula yesterday; only the second can we've gotten since she was born. I had been so proud of myself that nearly all of Avalon's food has come from me. A couple of weekends of being away too long and waiting too long at work to pump have taken their toll. I have been trying to drink more water and feed her more when I'm at home, but over two pumping sessions today I only got 10 oz. I usually get at least half again that amount. I begrudge every drop that drips on the floor or sticks to the inside of the pump before I clean it as taking valuable nutrition from my baby's mouth. Having this thrush infection since November is not helping either. The doctor tells me to put Avalon's medication on myself, but since it's sugar based , it makes me stick to my bra and pull more skin off than it heals.

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Everyone's asleep. John wanted to go to sleep early because he didn't sleep well last night. Avalon was being so cute; she sure loves to watch her daddy. She make s the funniest sounds; different than Angus or Gareth. I've gotto get out the video camera; we got for events like this and I always seem to miss them.

Every time I feel rushed or annoyed when she needs something, I have to slow down and tell myself to enjoy this. This is the last time I'm going to experience this - she is my last one. It's funny - when I was younger I could never quite understand why my mother just melted whenever she saw a baby. Sure, they were cute, but they always made me nervous. But now, I know this is what she was remembering; nursing and caring for us when we were tiny. I see other newborns and think, were mine really ever that little? It seems hard to believe now, with Angus getting so big. He'll be 4 in a few weeks. It's a bittersweet feeling, especially when I wish so much I could talk to my mom about them. She wanted so much to be a Grandma.

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Everyone's asleep. John wanted to go to sleep early because he didn't sleep well last night. Avalon was being so cute; she sure loves to watch her daddy. She make s the funniest sounds; different than Angus or Gareth. I've gotto get out the video camera; we got for events like this and I always seem to miss them.

Every time I feel rushed or annoyed when she needs something, I have to slow down and tell myself to enjoy this. This is the last time I'm going to experience this - she is my last one. It's funny - when I was younger I could never quite understand why my mother just melted whenever she saw a baby. Sure, they were cute, but they always made me nervous. But now, I know this is what she was remembering; nursing and caring for us when we were tiny. I see other newborns and think, were mine really ever that little? It seems hard to believe now, with Angus getting so big. He'll be 4 in a few weeks. It's a bittersweet feeling, especially when I wish so much I could talk to my mom about them. She wanted so much to be a Grandma.