Monday, January 19, 2004
latest trick: almost, but not quite rolling: he throws his legs and bottom to the side that only his big head anchors him.
sleep report: dismal. have appt with hypotherapist, but not for another three weeks.
through my brain-dead fog this morning, as he chewed blindly on me like a baby kangaroo, I realised something; all 5.5 kilograms of him, every gram (bar a couple of drops of wind treatment), came from my body. once he was 16 cells or so on the screen in the clinic. now he's a little human. and all of it came directly from me.
(not that there's any evidence of 5.5 kg of anything coming off me: now 139 lb, 4 lb up on last week and about 3 up on what I weighed afte he was born. sigh. if I could sleep, I could stop eating bread and honey and drinking milk to help me sleep and maybe we'd get somewhere.)
sleep report: dismal. have appt with hypotherapist, but not for another three weeks.
through my brain-dead fog this morning, as he chewed blindly on me like a baby kangaroo, I realised something; all 5.5 kilograms of him, every gram (bar a couple of drops of wind treatment), came from my body. once he was 16 cells or so on the screen in the clinic. now he's a little human. and all of it came directly from me.
(not that there's any evidence of 5.5 kg of anything coming off me: now 139 lb, 4 lb up on last week and about 3 up on what I weighed afte he was born. sigh. if I could sleep, I could stop eating bread and honey and drinking milk to help me sleep and maybe we'd get somewhere.)
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