Apr 07 2006


My bubba is 5 months old. I can’t get over it.

He now hangs on when I hold him, and I can finally hold him on my hip. He has started to wave and to hold his arms up when he wants to be picked up. He thinks the dog is hilarious! He also laughs at really exaggerated nose blowing and at peek-a-boo.

He’s eating solids. Last night he had peaches for the first time. He was shaking with excitment at each bite and screeching when he didn’t get the food in his mouth soon enough. He does that a little bit with green beans too, but nothing else. Everything else he just eats.

He’s already in 6-9 month clothes.

He can just about sit up completely by himself. However, he makes NO move to catch himself when he starts to fall. He does laugh at the numerous face plants though.

He is almost ALWAYS in a good mood. Especially in the morning when he sees everybody for the first time that day. He always has a grin for each family member, but he has cuddles just for me.

He (pretty much) sleeps through the night. We go to bed at 10 and he (mostly) stays asleep until about 6:45 or 7. Since I get up at 6, this works beautifully.

My only regret about having had him is that we didn’t wait until we had enough money so that I could stay home. But that is SO overshadowed by how much I love him and how perfect he is. I have no complaints about him. I never even complain about the poop. He could not be better.

Which is why I am seriously considering a change in this whole “working” thing. Perhaps not quitting, but maybe a schedule modification. There’s no plan in place yet, and I don’t even know if work would go for it, but I think I have to try something. Anything! As long as he’s not with the evil daycare anymore. It’s worth some sacrifices. He’s worth sacrifices.

On as almost entirely non-related note: For a few weeks now I have been having a boobie problem. I thought it was a blister from nursing, but it would not go away. I started to get scared about it but, instead of going to a doctor (not only do I hate doctors, but I also have no insurance at the moment), I decided to mess with it. I squeezed it. I used a hot compress on it. It fucking hurt like HELL by the time I was done. So, I went to bed.

At 5 the next morning, I was awakened by Cole latching on and the feeling that someone was shoving a knitting needle into my breast through the nipple. I popped him off and went to the bathroom, only to discover that the “blister” was now standing out from my skin. I poked at it some more (OUCH, motherfucker!) and, finally, out popped a huge (at least, huge compared to my nipple) ball of DRIED MILK. I never knew anything like that could happen. It was so weird that I saved it to show my husband when he woke up. He was thrilled, let me tell ya.

But tell me, those of you who have breastfed your babies, is this something I should have known about? Or is this one of those things that only happens to me, the freak. Is there a name for it, or might they name this discovery after me?

And finally, was that TMI?


  • By nrp, April 7, 2006 @ 11:04 pm

    Oh, good, I was going to ask you what size Cole is wearing these days.


    What? No picture of the dried milk? And you call yourself a blogger?
    Sounds like you had a clogged milk duct. It’s pretty common. TMI: when I had one, the clog came out as a long spaghetti strand of dried gunk. Good times!

  • By Beth Fish, April 8, 2006 @ 11:55 am

    Yup, plugged duct, sure as shootin’. Hey, at least now you know what it looks like, in case it ever happens again.

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