I've been such a lurker lately. Here's a bit of an update from our lives.
*T. is now six months old. Sheesh, where does the time go, exactly? My baby is getting so big.
*It's only been in the past two months that I feel like my nursing relationship with T. has actually solidified. Is that really weird? I mean, I finally feel like she's got a good latch, it doesn't hurt all the time, I feel confident in trusting her to know when she's had enough, I know when to switch breasts, etc. It feels like it took me a long time to get here. I remember thinking I had no idea what the lactation consultants, LLL leaders, breastfeeding books were talking about when they told me this kind of stuff. It all makes sense now though. I'm glad I stuck through the difficult times (I'm nothing if not stubborn). I'm also glad I had really good support, including you hipmamas here! ... I don't know if I would have made it (i.e., continued breastfeeding) without it.
*T. still hasn't gotten any teeth. I swear that sometimes she is teething- fussy, seems in pain, hard for her to sleep, etc. and the homeopathic teething gel seems to help. And then: no teeth. People have told me that the teeth move up and down, but I'd just like to see some evidence of actual teeth already!
*We went to Greece for two weeks. T. was an amazing traveller! She did not seem to suffer at all from jet lag, which is what I was most worried about. Thank god for baby carriers/slings and for co-sleeping- I'm convinced this made everything much easier. And we had a fabulous time! And OMG- the Greek people LOVE children. Women, men, children would stop on the street to talk to T. (often completely ignoring us grown-ups). People got up and offered me their seat the time in the metro. One man parted the sea of people on a crowded metro train for me, made several people give up their seats, etc- so cute. The guards at museums and archeological sites made huge fusses over Thalia (her feet were often the focus of the attention- and well, baby feet ARE cute!). One classic Greek grandmother held T. so we could eat lunch. Young or old, the hippest of hipsters, the most crotchety, the highly professional businessperson, the student, the laborer, the grandparents, waiters, cab drivers...: the baby love crossed all socioeconomic and social and linguistic boundaries. Very sweet.
*I'm still struggling a bit with the whole sleep-deprivation thing. I looooooong for a night of 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Some day...maybe?
*The Wee Papa and I are so incredibly besotted with T. She is pure joy to watch. She laughs quite a lot these days - too cute. She thinks our pug dog is particularly funny-- T. loves to pet her and then just laugh and laugh and laugh. I've got to catch this on video some day. The pug dog is less than thrilled with T.'s attentions, I can tell, she tries scooching closer to me, away from the baby. But she is SUCH a good-natured dog that she calmly accepts whatever fur grabbing T. indulges in.
*Finally, here is some ho for your viewing pleasure!