This was after I'd suffered through with big boobs because she wasn't nursing much and I'd finally just pumped some off because the agony was too much. That and standing naked in the bathroom, I thought of her and my milk dropped and started streaming down my belly and on down my legs.

I hate sick kids. It's too damned hard to watch them in pain. I had gotten up in the morning after our sleepless night, half awake and drew a tepid bath and had Mike hand her to me naked. She and I sat in the water for a while and she relaxed a lot and then we went back to bed, she took a good nursing and conked out for the first 3 hour block all night. I was relieved she felt better and I napped right along side her.

We didn't actually get functioning much before about 11AM. We took Bear to the Rec Pool at the university for an hour or so because the pool at the complex is often so overrun with other people's unmanaged kids, roughhousing and screeching in the pool. I don't mind a little bit of splashing and laughing, but some of the teenaged boys get to beating the crap out of each other and they get to tossing each other in and too often they're jumping over and around Russell, who really can't swim that well, especially in the choppy water. And of course, the parents are nowhere to be seen. *sigh*

The Rec Pool also has a small baby pool, and Mike and I took turns watching Bear in the big pool and sitting with Genevieve in about 6 inches of warm water. Mike said he was strongly suspicious that it was warm due to child pee, but all the kids were wearing swim diapers and I told him it wasn't likely. The thing was that Genevieve LOVES the water. I was dropping water in front of her and she was just fascinated by it. And her visual acuity really is getting better because she was watching kids in the deeper water (about a foot) splashing each other. As she watched them, Genevieve made weird little primal yells -- she hasn't quite mastered the chortle yet. She sort of has the first syllable of a chortle down and that's what she was doing.

This morning we took her in for her one month exam. She weighs 12lbs 1 oz. -- almost 3 full pounds more than three weeks ago. The doctor said that breastfed babies are often well over the 95th percentile and she certainly was no exception. We asked about her belly button because it hasn't been healed, but he looked it over and said it's getting there.

We did ask about the vaccinations. He said that in the past 5 years that the inoculations have changed and children are a lot less susceptible to reactions from them -- only about 10% have any reaction at all. I asked if we could do the shots in the morning, so that if she was going to have a reaction, it would be when the pediatricians would still be around and available. He agreed that that was fine, but seemed to be thinking that I was worrying too much.

I do that sometimes, ya know? Especially when her uncle had a grand mal seizure in reaction to the same shot -- okay, it's not the same shot and that was the doctor's point....it's a different shot.

We were also concerned because she's congested often. This morning, I woke up startled and realized it was because she was struggling with breathing because her nose was plugged up. Squished between her and Mike, I had Mike get up and suction out her nose. And the pediatrician gave us some saline solution if her nose is too thick to come out at first.

I would also like to say that like father like daughter. Those two are total bed thieves. I usually end up on my side with my arms at unnatural angles because the two are in cahoots to make me an insomniac. He steals all the covers and she kicks and punches me. But when she wakes up, she spends the whole time booting me until I give her a boob and she'll kick me in her sleep, too. The two have it planned, I'm SURE of it.

I'm still tired. I got a few more receiving blankets and a few different sample bottle/nipple (Avent and Playtex) things at Target to try on the baby. I've got to try to get her better bottle nipple trained for when I go back to work.

I had this daydream today that I was at work and doing something cool at work that I was totally engrossed in and had someone from the onsite daycare call me and ask me to come nurse the baby. Oh, the joy of dreams. It made me wish I worked at a place like that. Of course, they probably have snooper programs watching your every move at work while you surf.

I guess I should stop going to Good Vibrations at work, huh?

(Kidding!!!)I only peek there from home with Mike looking over my shoulder rather avidly. We used to buy some condoms and stuff there, B. P. (before pregnancy).

It would be nice to have sex with my husband again, especially now that we're newlyweds. We've discovered a new method (a very old one actually) of birth control: it's called a baby and works like a charm. Every time Mom and Dad move the baby to her bassinet she wakes up and screams her head off usually right after foreplay is coming to a close. Every time Mom or Dad gets the slightest bit vocally happy, the baby soils her diaper and screams. When all else fails, the baby psychically links with her brother and has him come in and demand something.

I'd like to have uninterrupted sex with my husband for about oh, I don't know....a couple hours? Could we do that please?