You are upset. Let me hold you. It will be so very soothing. Then we can talk together about how I am living proof that good looks last, and last forever.”
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Today, while I was close to tears over the fact that my baby was refusing to nurse, I began to do my daily internet surfing. My first stop, as always, was CNN.com to see recent news stories. It was there I was first bombarded with images of 9/11. The Twin Towers burning over New York City, on every single page of the site. I could watch video on 9/11 in real time, I could read about those who died, look up names of the deceased. The past few years, I’ve stayed away from writing about that day.
But then I read the stories of the wives who were pregnant that day. The women who had to give birth not even knowing if their husbands, the fathers of their babies, were alive or dead. Or the women who did know, but had to give birth with only a picture next to their hospital bed. And the children, who are just now beginning to realize that they don’t have Daddies and wondering why that is.
And all of a sudden, my stupid nursing problem seemed just that; stupid. I am so lucky to have my family. My daughter is so lucky she does not have to look very far to find her Mommy or Daddy. And no matter what I believe is wrong with this world, I know that is right.
That is my new mantra, “I love Lucy.” Especially since she has officially decided she does not like nursing anymore. Lucy has taken up a nursing strike. Yes, it does really exist. I can just see her, picketing my boobs with a sign that reads, NO MORE BREASTS! So, while I have been at home attempting to force her into eating, she has been having a wonderful time ignoring me and doing whatever the hell she pleases. I made a video montage of our lives without eating, which you can watch below.
This includes laughing at light up toys, kicking the new kick-gym, falling asleep in the middle of the living room floor and sleeping with her swaddle blanket on upside down. (Before I get mean emails about how my baby could die sleeping with a blanket on her head, I want to say, duh, and I did not put it on her head. She squirmed out of the swaddle, then turned around and put it on her own head. Why? Because she can. Just like she can refuse to eat. She is stubborn just like her Daddy and will never cave first.)
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/1 Comment/in Blond /by Megan“Dear Friend,
You are upset. Let me hold you. It will be so very soothing. Then we can talk together about how I am living proof that good looks last, and last forever.”
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/0 Comments/in World /by MeganToday, while I was close to tears over the fact that my baby was refusing to nurse, I began to do my daily internet surfing. My first stop, as always, was CNN.com to see recent news stories. It was there I was first bombarded with images of 9/11. The Twin Towers burning over New York City, on every single page of the site. I could watch video on 9/11 in real time, I could read about those who died, look up names of the deceased. The past few years, I’ve stayed away from writing about that day.
But then I read the stories of the wives who were pregnant that day. The women who had to give birth not even knowing if their husbands, the fathers of their babies, were alive or dead. Or the women who did know, but had to give birth with only a picture next to their hospital bed. And the children, who are just now beginning to realize that they don’t have Daddies and wondering why that is.
And all of a sudden, my stupid nursing problem seemed just that; stupid. I am so lucky to have my family. My daughter is so lucky she does not have to look very far to find her Mommy or Daddy. And no matter what I believe is wrong with this world, I know that is right.
I Love Lucy (in spite of myself)
/2 Comments/in Lucy /by MeganThat is my new mantra, “I love Lucy.” Especially since she has officially decided she does not like nursing anymore. Lucy has taken up a nursing strike. Yes, it does really exist. I can just see her, picketing my boobs with a sign that reads, NO MORE BREASTS! So, while I have been at home attempting to force her into eating, she has been having a wonderful time ignoring me and doing whatever the hell she pleases. I made a video montage of our lives without eating, which you can watch below.
This includes laughing at light up toys, kicking the new kick-gym, falling asleep in the middle of the living room floor and sleeping with her swaddle blanket on upside down. (Before I get mean emails about how my baby could die sleeping with a blanket on her head, I want to say, duh, and I did not put it on her head. She squirmed out of the swaddle, then turned around and put it on her own head. Why? Because she can. Just like she can refuse to eat. She is stubborn just like her Daddy and will never cave first.)