In my attempt to not make my blog baby-focused or parent-focused, I'll refrain from writing yet another post about Bryony. However, I will just say that she is doing quite well, other than a little projectile spitup and a slight rash on her left cheek (face cheek, that is). She goes for another check up tomorrow, so hopefully these issues will be addressed. Okay, and I just HAVE to at least mention the fact that the other night, my boob was so engorged with milk that milk literally started spraying out, like a water hose. I was so fascinated, I forgot to grab a towel to catch all the liquid. Crazy thing, this motherhood business.
Lots of things going on this week. First, Ed McMahon died, then Farrah Fawcett, then Michael Jackson. I have to admit I didn't flinch about old Ed; after all, he was 86 and had been in poor health, so I wasn't that surprised. When I heard about Farrah, I was sad but not surprised. Adam and I had watched her documentary "Farrah's Story" last month and saw all that she'd been going through with the anal cancer for the last 3 years. It's hard to believe the beauty from the 70s "Charlie's Angels" fame had become a sickly ghost of her former self. The real shocker, however, was Jacko. I had not been aware of the painkiller addiction or any other ailments that he'd been suffering through. In fact, I had caught an episode of "TMZ" the day before and one of the paparrazi had proudly talked about touching Michael's hand through a limo window. I thought MJ was weird, but healthy. The news of his death definitely hit like a shockwave, reminding me of my own early childhood years in adoration of him. So sad.
My mother was in town visiting last week. It was a tense, stressful visit in many respects because our house is so small, the baby cries so loud, and in my typical fashion I felt a need to entertain her, although it was hard to do much with a newborn in the picture. The days were hot (we topped off at 92 degrees one day), and I literally slept on the dining room floor that night with Bryony strapped to her car seat next to me, not far from the air conditioning unit. Our bedroom was too hot, and the idea of having a warm little body anywhere near me--to nurse, to burp, to comfort--was too much. The floor never felt so good. But Mum was a lifesaver, and kept saying over and over again how glad she was to have come. She actually said she had a good time and was sad to leave, which was hard for me to believe, considering I was in poor spirits for much of the visit and baby's spitup ruined several of Mum's outfits. But I guess grandmas have a touch more perspective on things, and can sit back and enjoy what seems like grunt work to me.
Surprise! Adam took Kika and Greg House to the vet two weekends ago. Kika had a UTI that needed medicating, and Greg needed some itch relief. Well, this doctor gave Greg a steroid injection that has WORKED!!! The last of his open sores have scabbed over and I have not caught the little guy licking, biting or otherwise molesting his skin since the injection. He also has pills to take for when the itch comes back. He might be on medication for life but at least he has stopped bleeding all over everything.
Construction is coming to an end on the house in the next week or so. The guys Adam hired have done a bangup job on the house. I just hope for all the work we put into it that we're able to sell/rent it when the time comes.
I feel the need to catch a nap now, but alas! baby has just awakened. Time to put those firehoses to good use.
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