So the last few weeks have been a bit crazy, and clearly nothing I set out to do has happened. No updates, no new blog for the baby, no fiction posts. But everything is still coming, I swear. And things haven't been as crazy in the "oh my god, my kid just had hip surgery" department as I'd thought. More, it's just been life crazy. First, about a week before Diya's procedure, I crashed my car. As in totaled it. Thankfully she wasn't in it. So there was that to deal with. Then , there's just been general hip distraction. When I do have free time, I seem to be spending it online reading about other people with hip kids. Then there was work. I'm working part time at home for a couple of weeks, started last Thursday. It's kind of cushy now, but wasn't last week when I was trying to finish stuff before taking off. And you try getting any work done with an 8-month old around. And there's this crazy messy, what-the-hell-do-hoarders-live-here, house. This week, I've been trying to clean and FINALLY be done with the move already. It's slow going because hello, 8-month-old in the house. Oh, also Gregg is out of town and Bandit chose this week to spiral downwards again. (I'd tell you more about it but really, all you have to do is go back through old posts, like maybe the entire month of Dec and just hit repeat). All in all, it's been a rough few weeks.
Diya's cast is actually bearable. I mean, I'm not planning a lifetime of it or anything. But she doesn't seem that put off by it. Never really did. She came home, and pretty much as soon as the anesthetic wore off, she was her usual cheerful self. What does suck is that it's a definite pain in the ass for us. Diaper changes are the worst. A couple of days in, she had a monster poop that ran EVERYWHERE, down her legs, up her belly. The problem though was that we couldn't reach everywhere. Wipe after wipe went in and came back poopy, even half hour/45 minutes into cleaning this mess We ran wipes starting from the top of her belly through the cast, catching it down on the other side, and swept back and forth. We turned her onto her belly, only to realize that once we turned her back, we had basically caused a bunch of poop to run back to the front (meaning we had to re-clean the front). I think we spent close to 45 minutes cleaning everything up and used a tub of wipes. And really, I mean "we" because it was a 2-man operation, with one person ready to go in with another wipe as soon as the other was out.
This week, she's constipated, and while I feel terrible (she cries when she poops and struggles SO hard to get one little hard turd out), I'm also relieved. Is that being a bad parent? I know it's because she's finally starting to eat solids (we've been trying for a couple of months now with little interest on her part) and her body is still adjusting to digesting something other than breast milk. A part of me wanted to cut the solids for a day or two to give her a break and shake some turds loose, but the thought of runny poopy while Gregg is still out of town convinced me not to. Instead, I've been giving her more food than ever. Now THAT is being a bad parent, right?
Sleeping is also a bear these days. She likes being rocked but it's hard to get comfortable for all now. I've been breaking my back this week because suddenly she doesn't want to go down at bedtime without me rocking her for 45 minutes straight (and still won't always stay asleep). I'm not convinced that this is cast-related as this just started this week (of course while Gregg is gone) and she's had the cast now for 2. She screams when I try to put her to sleep, and oddly, when I even approach the crib with her, as if she knows what's coming and hates it. Which is just strange. I worry that I'm hurting her somehow when I rock and now she's had all these bad associations with the crib and sleeping. But then she sleeps fine once she's out, and she'll even hang out in there after she wakes up, perfectly content. So who knows. Maybe she's just being difficult for Mom since Dad's the one who usually gets bedtime duty.
What else . . . she doesn't fit into any of her gear. Car seat (we have a loaner from the hospital that doesn't feel as safe as our regular one and just isn't that portable so we can't really move it in and out of the car), stroller, high chair, exersaucer, basically all the things we've used to keep her entertained. But finding new things has been surprisingly easy. We found a booster seat with no arms that lets her sit at our table and band the crap out of it with her toys. And we got a beanbag chair that she doesn't really like but will sometimes sit in for 15-20 minutes if she has a toy to distract her. The ERGO carrier still works, and now that I've been home, I've been taking more walks with her and the dogs. And of course, there's always the lap.
So yeah, really, I'm not counting down the days til this thing comes off, really, I'm not.
Diya's cast is actually bearable. I mean, I'm not planning a lifetime of it or anything. But she doesn't seem that put off by it. Never really did. She came home, and pretty much as soon as the anesthetic wore off, she was her usual cheerful self. What does suck is that it's a definite pain in the ass for us. Diaper changes are the worst. A couple of days in, she had a monster poop that ran EVERYWHERE, down her legs, up her belly. The problem though was that we couldn't reach everywhere. Wipe after wipe went in and came back poopy, even half hour/45 minutes into cleaning this mess We ran wipes starting from the top of her belly through the cast, catching it down on the other side, and swept back and forth. We turned her onto her belly, only to realize that once we turned her back, we had basically caused a bunch of poop to run back to the front (meaning we had to re-clean the front). I think we spent close to 45 minutes cleaning everything up and used a tub of wipes. And really, I mean "we" because it was a 2-man operation, with one person ready to go in with another wipe as soon as the other was out.
This week, she's constipated, and while I feel terrible (she cries when she poops and struggles SO hard to get one little hard turd out), I'm also relieved. Is that being a bad parent? I know it's because she's finally starting to eat solids (we've been trying for a couple of months now with little interest on her part) and her body is still adjusting to digesting something other than breast milk. A part of me wanted to cut the solids for a day or two to give her a break and shake some turds loose, but the thought of runny poopy while Gregg is still out of town convinced me not to. Instead, I've been giving her more food than ever. Now THAT is being a bad parent, right?
Sleeping is also a bear these days. She likes being rocked but it's hard to get comfortable for all now. I've been breaking my back this week because suddenly she doesn't want to go down at bedtime without me rocking her for 45 minutes straight (and still won't always stay asleep). I'm not convinced that this is cast-related as this just started this week (of course while Gregg is gone) and she's had the cast now for 2. She screams when I try to put her to sleep, and oddly, when I even approach the crib with her, as if she knows what's coming and hates it. Which is just strange. I worry that I'm hurting her somehow when I rock and now she's had all these bad associations with the crib and sleeping. But then she sleeps fine once she's out, and she'll even hang out in there after she wakes up, perfectly content. So who knows. Maybe she's just being difficult for Mom since Dad's the one who usually gets bedtime duty.
What else . . . she doesn't fit into any of her gear. Car seat (we have a loaner from the hospital that doesn't feel as safe as our regular one and just isn't that portable so we can't really move it in and out of the car), stroller, high chair, exersaucer, basically all the things we've used to keep her entertained. But finding new things has been surprisingly easy. We found a booster seat with no arms that lets her sit at our table and band the crap out of it with her toys. And we got a beanbag chair that she doesn't really like but will sometimes sit in for 15-20 minutes if she has a toy to distract her. The ERGO carrier still works, and now that I've been home, I've been taking more walks with her and the dogs. And of course, there's always the lap.
So yeah, really, I'm not counting down the days til this thing comes off, really, I'm not.
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