19 Days Later

A lot of people who know me and the problems I had last time have asked, “How is nursing going?” I think that it’s hard to answer this question without going into some unpleasant details and using the n word. The one that rhymes with ipple.

So I think I’m going to answer, from now on, “Crunchy.”

Because that really is the perfect adjective in this case. And I’ll leave it at that.

I nurse for 10-12 hours a day. Nursing is like the most boring possible activity for me. I can’t read or even watch a foreign film because the former requires the use of my hands and the latter the use of my brain. I have to constantly keep an eye and both hands on the baby, who has the same condition his sister did, which is “woodpecker on crack with no aim” when he is nursing. I can only watch extremely obvious and lame shows with very tidy and repetitive plots. Case in point: I’m currently watching the first season of Prison Break. I already watched the first season of Lie to Me and The Unusuals. We watched Green Zone (which, if you’re not familiar with it, is an action movie) last night and Jake had to keep pausing it to tell me what was going on.

I drive to Kailua for the doctor, the lab, the hospital at least 3 times a week. I hate driving. Almost as much as Jake hates accompanying me on these drives.

Nature has decided that the best way for you to be a good mother is to wake you up after sleeping for 45 minutes several times a night so you can be psychologically beaten down.

Isn’t it weird that all of this still doesn’t interfere with how much you can love that baby?