Bad Mama

December 31, 2007, 10:06 am
Filed under: Home Sweet Home, Parenting, Peanut, Squirt

I am having a love affair with azithromycin.

I am doing much better.

Squirt no longer has a runny nose. However, she has hit a Squirt Spurt™, meaning the other night she nursed all night long. Literally. She was on the breast the entire night. If I tried to pull away, she woke up and cried, and being sucking like a maniac as soon as I put her back on. She spent the last two days nursing almost constantly as well. Then, last night, worn out by all the work, she only woke up once. I, on the other hand, woke up repeatedly out of habit, and then for good after all my ducts were blocked from disuse. Yay. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that she needs to sleep all day.

Also, Peanut is miserable. She is also on antibiotics, which didn’t bother her until last night, when she got very bad diarrhea that is persisting. Near constant diarrhea that is apparently very painful. She cried upon waking this morning for a good half-hour and went through three diapers, despite sitting on the toilet most of that time. She doesn’t want anything to eat or drink, and is huddled under the blanket on the couch watching Noggin. Thank God for Noggin. I would sell my blood in order to keep cable on just for Noggin.

Poor Big Daddy is working from home today, which means he has to listen to the dual crying jags while trying to get work done. He can work upstairs, but it isn’t like the place is soundproof. Grandmothers would help, but the elder daughter wants no one but Mama and, well, so does the younger one.

I also found more leaks in the plumbing, this time where the spout and handle attach to the copper pipes. Of course, because of poor measurements on the part of the previous owners, I will have to cut out some bracing in order to reach various plumbing parts.

And the dog is limping.

Happy New Year!


December 27, 2007, 4:08 pm
Filed under: Home Sweet Home

1. I got my period today. WTF? What the hell am I doing breastfeeding this child ten times a day and then getting my damn period? How does that work? I supplemented with Peanut and still didn’t get it until she was seven months old.

2. Apparently, the previous owners of this house were very hairy. This is the only explanation I could think of for why they would install the bathtub plumbing the way they did (trust me, they did it themselves). You see, it must have made it so much easier to clear the hair clogs out of the tub drain WHEN YOU DON’T ACTUALLY CEMENT THE PIPES TOGETHER. They just pushed the PVC pipe pieces together under the tub and left them like that. So over time, they slid apart and caused the dirty water to leak out all over our basement floor. I was able to pull the overflow pipe and the drain pipe loose with one hand. Seriously, now I feel like I need to have every inch of pipe in the damn house inspected.

3. They used random pieces of electrical wire to wire up the master bedroom, so why should I be surprised they didn’t bother to properly plumb the bathtub? Yes, they really took whatever wire they found to wire the bedroom. All different colors, spliced together here and there in the walls. Junction box? What’s that? (No, you can’t just pick up some wire, twist it together, and wrap it with electrical tape. There, now you’re smarter than the previous owners).

4. Yes, they were morons. But then what does it say about us that we bought the house? I blame it on the inspector, but damn, I don’t think he assumed morons that big could manage to own a house. He hadn’t seen this, of course.

5. Now you know why we still haven’t remodeled the kitchen or attic. We have to get the basic systems not leaking or threatening to start on fire or explode.

October 14, 2007, 7:16 pm
Filed under: Home Sweet Home, Love and Marriage, Pistachio

Did you know that I have been pregnant my ENTIRE LIFE? It’s true. I’m a medical miracle.

Perhaps this wouldn’t be true if I were the kind of person who pays people to do everything (garden, clean, cook, “vacuum” the “pool”), but it seems that this whole nesting thing requires the mother to do all the required chores herself, lest delays as long as five seconds in peforming said chores threaten the entire future of her children and her marriage, as well as the stability of the universe.

Big Daddy appreciates your thoughts and prayers during this difficult time.

The time, it is nigh
September 18, 2007, 4:55 pm
Filed under: Home Sweet Home, Pistachio

I know this because today, despite feeling particularly crappy due to a lingering stomach bug and my bad back, I got a burst of energy. And what constructive thing did I do with it? I wiped down every crevice I could possibly reach on the stove and around the edge of the dishwasher. Every little grease spot in every vent that I could possibly reach. If I had had an old toothbrush, I would have been using it.

I had this exact obsession just before before Peanut was born (so about 4 weeks before her due date). Despite being on bedrest due to high blood pressure and creeping pre-eclampsia, I did take a toothbrush to the grungy stove in our old apartment. I did my best to do so while sitting on the floor, leaning to my left.

I’ve officially hit the crazy stage of the third trimester.

To my new neighbor
August 31, 2007, 2:03 am
Filed under: Home Sweet Home, Madison

While I understand that not everyone works regular 9-5 hours, do you really think that 2:45 am is an acceptable time to move furniture? Seriously? On a weeknight? I thought Wednesday night at 10 pm was pushing it, especially when you were doing so with a group of somewhat loud friends, but I know one can’t always control when the truck comes available. However, tonight you were using an SUV for some chairs, and I can’t believe that they couldn’t wait until a time that did not make me wonder if I had some giant raccoons trying to break into my house. See, I’d like to think you noticed that the driveway you are in? It is right up against my house. See? No lawn there. You live right in the middle of the city now, and that means there isn’t a vast acreage separating your noise from my bedroom. And since I am the one that bought the house in the middle of a very urban residential neighborhood, I am well aware I have to put up with more noise than if I was in suburbia. I’m cool with that. It’s just that I expect it from the jackasses who drive down the street, not the ones who live next door.

I guess it is going to suck for you that my dog likes to go out early in the morning. And she’s part beagle, with that delightful baying bark. You know, usually we try not to let her out early, and to bring her in if she decides to go apeshit after a squirrel, because we want to be good neighbors. However, I’m kind of a softy when it comes to my pets, and, well, when I’m tired because I’ve been awakened by noise night after night, it’s a lot harder for me to ignore her whines or to go and chase her down in the backyard to keep her from barking like mad. So sorry. Hope you enjoy your new apartment.

July 8, 2007, 4:00 am
Filed under: Home Sweet Home

1 87 year-old house with one bathroom + 1 “I’m using the BIG potty, Mama!” + 1 pregnant mama = 1 complication Mama never foresaw when choosing to buy real estate.

April 1, 2007, 11:33 am
Filed under: Home Sweet Home

Internet and cable TV were out last weekend.

Acupuncture helped stomach pain, but new prenatal worsened nausea (I don’t throw up, I just feel like I’m going to all the time). Fatigue is still unbelievable.

Sucked it up and called to schedule Peanut’s surgery. They’ll call back on Monday and give us the date.

Spent nearly a thousand dollars we don’t have on the cat to find out she’s got incurable cancer. This is the cat Peanut identifies as “hers”.


Julia’s son Gage got a new kidney last Tuesday, from a living donor they met in church, and he’s recovering fabulously.

Big Daddy’s 12-day business trip turned into a 6-day trip, and was home yesterday in time to take Peanut to Ella’s Deli for a late lunch.

Our house wasn’t damaged in the storms that blew through last night.

The cat is not currently in pain, and is sleeping on the heating pad next to me in the bed.

And the bad cramping and lower back pain I had on Friday meant that I got to hear the baby’s heartbeat at the doctor’s office, nice and strong, at 8w5d.

On balance, things are pretty good.