The 8th Nerve

The other night was a rough night.  I was up with Emmy the whole night.   She just wanted to nurse ( referred to around here as “hommer noms” a term that evolved from “om nom nom“) it felt like every 20 minutes.  This would be fine if I wasn’t still getting used to it and it feels like she is taking a bread knife to the nipple each time!  I was getting a bit worn down by that, plus she continued to be awake through the morning and early afternoon, with all the bread-knife nursing.

I wanted to get up out of bed, but felt like I couldn’t.  I wanted to eat, but couldn’t (Steve eventually brought up cereal, which I tried to eat with my non-dominant hand at a sideways angle).  I really wanted to sleep, but couldn’t.   I was beginning to get a taste of the stress they talk about when it comes to the first weeks with a newborn.

Later that day I remembered a wrap-style carrier that I had in the nursery closet.  I strapped her in it, and viola, hands free nursing!  I was unloading the dishwasher and she was nursing!  I was sweeping the floor and she was getting her hommer noms!  I could look down as I moved freely about the house and see her contented face looking up at me.  I felt re-energized and free.   The carrier is going to become a staple around here.

Ah, fall is in the air.  The air is cooling down.  I love it.

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Aug 26th 2009Emeline