Urban Drool

First of all folks – YOU ROCK! I can’t thank you enough for the insights, suggestions, encouragement and ironic musings that my last post elicited. You are awesome. For the record, I thought about nursing at a restaurant on Saturday night (at the table!) but could not because of the weirdly-shaped, roundish table we were sitting at, with a table top that came up to my clavical. Erg.

BUT! I did nurse (multiple times) at my in-laws house yesterday with significantly less fuss than in the past. My little niece - who is all of 5 years old - came wandering into the room where Lucy and I were nursing and we had the following conversation:

MLN (my little niece): Whatcha doin?

Lumi: Feeding the baby.

MLN: Oh. (pause as she leans over my shoulder to gaze critically at my boob and the nursing baby) …does it hurt when you do that?

Lumi: Nope.

MLN: Oh. OK. So…wanna play monopoly?

Yeah. I’m thinking she was NOT traumatized by the whole thing.

It’s good to be right. Heh.

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I no longer have a baby girl.

I have what can be charitably referred to as a bottomless pit of never ending hunger.

She has become the world’s most adorable human garbage disposal.

About two weeks ago the pickle started looking very interested in our food, when we would sit down to eat.

…and then she morphed from “looking interested in” to “following the food with her eyes as it traveled from plate to my mouth with her mouth hanging open and dripping with drool.”

…and then she morphed from THAT to “whining and pitching teeny tiny little fits when we would eat.”

…plus there was the whole thing where I would nurse and nurse and nurse. And nurse. And then nurse. And then FINALLY put her down. And then? 24 minutes later? She would be fussing from hunger again.

So we kind of figured she was trying to tell us something.

This past Sunday the Boy and I treated ourselves to an early dinner out. While we were there, he asked the waitress to bring us a few slices of fresh avocado.


***mash mash mash…(mix a little bit of milk in)…mash mash mash***

And the avocado, she was shoveled into the gaping maw of the wee pickle-mouth. And lo, the pickle, she did swallow and then crow hungrily for some more.

EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Since then, there has been organic sweet potatoes mushed up with breastmilk and wee bit of Gerber Multi-Grain cereal to give the whole thing a bit of an “umph.” The baby casserole, it has been well received.

We have been duly rewarded in the past 3 days for our efforts in the why-the-hell-do-they-call-it-solid-food-it-really-is-just-a-pile-of-slushy-mush-food arena with the following:

1. at least THREE fun filled poops per day! And holy shit does that shit SMELL

AND

2. sleeping from 11pm till 7am. Without interruption.

Wow.

I am personally very happy to see that the food has not deterred her from wanting to nurse. If anything, I nursed her more the past few days then before. At least, the nursing sessions were longer and she seemed vastly more contented at the end of them.

So…2-3 mini bowls of baby casserole plus all the milk I can store in the fridge for when I am gone during the days plus tons of nursing when I home and you see why I now call the pickle the bottomless pit…the human garbage disposal….

She is so very happy.

…but seriously? The shit?

Gagpukegaseousfumesohmygodicannotbeleivethisfoulnuclearwaste
iscomingoutofmypreciousbaby’sass!!!!

Horrid. Just…horrid.