Peevish

So inspired by this which btw makes me happy because some of them are terrible things for husbands to do.  I will write some of my husband-pet peeves :D Hi, A!

1. Do not appreciate being asked ' has she had enough?" " do you think she got enough?" after a BF session & if baby begins to cry again. How do I know, mister? My info on this is really the same as yours.
To his credit, he has stopped or.. is trying to stop.

2. Long lectures on where things must go usually after he has cleared up his own trash. I foolishly agree that yes, there needs to be system only to almost trip over and fall on his laptop cable.

3. Leaving everything, all kinds of cables plugged in after I have repeatedly asked/ unplugged myself. I am really working on that electric bill, you know.

4. Leaving dirty clothes in unthought of places esp in the closet and in the new, secret place he has decided to store laundry- behind the door. Socks stink. Please stop.

5. Making proclamations like :  I will keep you company when you are being a vegetarian. :/
No more beer for me. Nope. Not even one esp after the baby is born ( not sure why) and then.. not keeping it. I mean I am not sure why these are being said when clearly both of us know it wont happen and really, you will need that beer.

6. Getting all worked up about me being on the phone while we are watching something I am not particularly into.. like Walking Dead. And then pausing and giving me the death stare which if I manage to ignore followed by the strict toned questions.. I mean c'mon, its a zombie show.. what am I missing?

7. That's all. For now. Mostly I love you. :D

We are alive

We are still alive& well. Just exceptionally tired on some days that blogging has been the least of my concerns. I always think it could be worse about any situation and so I am never able to entirely convince myself this is the worst, but yesterday I needed to pee and I went to the loo and sat down but my body wouldn't co operate and I kept thinking there is something wrong here but I couldn't figure what for many seconds and then I realized i hadn't downed my pants. Oh well.

So we have made it to week 6- almost- and no one has yet dropped her on head or smothered her. Our biggest challenge is to crib her which I am sort of ok with for now but I think it bothers A much. He tries & tries!  I hardly try. I don't mind the co-sleeping too much except that I always need a dull light behind my bedside which gives me a dull headache throughout the day but which too I have learnt to cope with.
otherwise she is adorable and I louw her little face even at 2 in the morning when Amma hands her over after her shift. She comes with her tiny fists all bunched and eyes wide open and making this njum njum sound, a smacking of the gums! She has zero patience which I am guessing is normal; she is sniffing and clawing at my shirt giving me not even a moment to register that its 2 and its my shift. The shifts end soon anyway with Amma leaving so I better get used to it.
She gave me her first real smile the other day, it was a shy smile and she looked away immediately but oh-my- heart. I generally dislike all the baby-myths as I call them. The you-will-feel-overwhelming-love as soon as you hold her and yadda yadda. Tell that to someone who has had a difficult surgery/ labor/ whatever and is zoned out on pain meds for days.
But the smile. I was immediately like I will do anything for you my little master!

I am constantly amazed at how much devotion she commands from us. Unwavering devotion commanded by a tiny human! I think I will continue to be mesmerized by it for a while.

Breastfeeding has been pleasant for most parts. She is a hard worker and will go on forever if I let her. Always choosing to feed and puke as opposed to giving up when done. I am doing formula feeding a few of the feeds basically because when I was in the hospital these guys had to and after that when I was back it seemed like she wasn't getting enough from just boobage and lot of wailing and crying. Then the doctor wasn't happy with weight gain for that hospital week and she suggested that we give some. It doesn't bother me too much and she seems happier.

We celebrated her 28th day with fan fare although there was tremendous stress involved with bad traffic+ going to caterers+ delayed etc but we finally got home in time. Everyone came late- thank god and the food was awesome and lot of fun and merry making happened and the best part was tiny human who had been so cranky all day that we had to take her with us to the caterer actually fell asleep after all the ceremony was done and slept and slept for 5 hours straight in her chair that too!  & I put a pottu on her for the first time- lol- and she looked ridiculously adorable and I love all the photos and we cut the cake and all was well.

so basically all is well. If she could just get done with her 'witching hour' I would be mega grateful.