30 days of yay: day thirty
Oct. 30th, 2010 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keladry_lupinHappiness is a comfortable recliner and a placid newborn baby.
We celebrated Dad's birthday today, so I met him at a friend's house after rehearsal and we drove out to the Jimbos' house together. I grabbed the Wee Beastie about five minutes after I walked in the door and didn't let her go until about four hours later when we had dinner. I commandeered the recliner, laid her on my chest, and she slept while I dozed all afternoon. I had to rock some of the time to get her to go to sleep, but once she was out, I put my feet up and relaxed. I watched the World Series game (go, Rangers!) with Jimbo and Dad and talked baseball and the play and stuff, and I saw to the baby's needs to give Chris and my mom some time off from taking care of her. I talked with both Boo and Squirt a lot too, so I wasn't ignoring everyone.
The Wee Beastie got very fussy after dessert; I changed her diaper twice in fifteen minutes, walked her, patted her back to get her to burp or fart (Chris said it was most likely gas), and tried to feed her, but nothing worked. Holding her got me out of dish duty, though, so that's definitely a victory in my book!
We celebrated Dad's birthday today, so I met him at a friend's house after rehearsal and we drove out to the Jimbos' house together. I grabbed the Wee Beastie about five minutes after I walked in the door and didn't let her go until about four hours later when we had dinner. I commandeered the recliner, laid her on my chest, and she slept while I dozed all afternoon. I had to rock some of the time to get her to go to sleep, but once she was out, I put my feet up and relaxed. I watched the World Series game (go, Rangers!) with Jimbo and Dad and talked baseball and the play and stuff, and I saw to the baby's needs to give Chris and my mom some time off from taking care of her. I talked with both Boo and Squirt a lot too, so I wasn't ignoring everyone.
The Wee Beastie got very fussy after dessert; I changed her diaper twice in fifteen minutes, walked her, patted her back to get her to burp or fart (Chris said it was most likely gas), and tried to feed her, but nothing worked. Holding her got me out of dish duty, though, so that's definitely a victory in my book!
