She kicks me when she's hungry. My baby.
I start getting kicked which at this point is like "Wowser!" ouch and then I remember, oh yeah, didn't eat dinner and its almost 11 p.m....the girl is hungry.
Sorry, fish sticks didn't sound very appetizing and ya know how the end gets, your stomach is smooshed like a pea. But I did feed her some texas sheet cake earlier.
I can't wait to meet her. Jason and I keep wondering what she is going to be like. How many different types of McCoy are there? I just wonder what color she is going to be. We have a pale blue eyes dirty blonde, a dark hair with dark eyes, and hazel very tan boy with tan hair as well, a black haired dad who used to be pale except for the sweet redneck he is getting from not putting on sunblock doing yardwork and a turning blonde little 21 month old whose eyes are still changing but definitely light.
So what will it be? I'm thinking dark. We shall see soon.
Like soon as my mom gets here on Thursday. That isn't many days away.
Luke told me today when we were in her room that he can't wait to get her and bring her to me from her crib. I'm sure I'll have lots of little hands wanting to get her for me. Thankfully the oldest I trust the most at least.
We got some big news, at least for this little bunch. My doctor okayed me for nursing this little one. I was shocked. My milk isn't poison afterall....guess it hasn't been for the last three babies, but we can only go on what medical research shows us at the time.
Start nursing again on my fifth baby, maybe not my smartest move, but really when do I make decisions based on whats easiest? Like never really. Maybe only when it comes to dinner. Plus the thought of not having to unpack a bottle for a while sounds pretty tempting. Just for a change. But really I'm just super curious. It has been 8 years since I've nursed a baby (which I'm not a big fan of and couldn't ever last more the six months is my bet anyway) so I'm like brand new. I was 24 then. And quite frankly, a hurting one who knew nothing about babies and thought my baby was hungry when he usually just had gas.
Funny how this happens, cause I was just feeling like the baby whisperer. Seriously after Paisley was born, I finally felt like I figured these babies out. I could speak their language...not to say she was easy as pie, but at least I could tell what she wanted. It was awesome.
So here we are throwing a new hook, see how it goes down. Its my last baby. Nursing would seem like a novelty really. Feel a bit normal. Always said, I would if I could, but I'm glad I can't ;) Cause really formula rocks. I don't care what the skeptics say. Which makes it crazy that I'm not just going to stick to the plan, do what I have been doing.
Except in the beginning. Because little babies still need to learn what to do with that plastic you are sticking in their mouths. You have to push the bottle a certain way until they can drink. And sometimes they choke, and sometimes I get frustrated...maybe because I'm having to survive a painful chest that keeps giving milk that I don't need. I used to just think, 'Yo, body, get a clue, I'm not using it." But nope, kept coming.
It will be strange not having to explain to all the nurses about why I'm bottlefeeding from the start, or have to explain about my shots. But I'm sure they will think I'm a little backward for being a pro mom of five but needing to see the lactation consultant like a newbie. Any tips for me? Seriously can hardly remember anything except for the exceptional larger size of my anatomy which I'm dreading. Look out. I have no idea what to wear. Haven't had to think about that. The stars sort of have to align for this to work for me. Successful nursing in my opinion is based on sheer determination, baby temperament and a bit of luck. Oh ya, and not getting mastitis would help. Wonder what the cards will hold, cause I think I'm getting kinda soft in the will department. I just hope I can forgive myself if I quit early.
She just told me she needs to eat again. Better get a late nite snack. Think she'll like peanut butter and celery? Cause thats all that sounds good right now. If only it was pre-made.
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Yes, when you see Jason, congratulated him for helping Paisley kick the pacifier. Although she still checks my pockets to see if I'm stashing. He can't gloat yet, we will see what happens in hopefully less than a week when she sees that new baby with one. I'm sure she will try and steal it. A bit to close is my vote.