30-40 Sharing the baby?

Hey now? Wait a minute. I am sharing her, but how long? Until she cries to eat or burp or get changed. If the rules are not set down early in the match, you will be the gofer and nothing more. Rules must gently be set in place and love must be the motivation for the care of baby being equal. This should have been instructed in the hospital. We didn't have a hospital birth, so it was my job to teach the swaddling and the burping and such.
I do wish that I had another alternative to nursing. That was out of the question for the stallwart naturalists that we had become. No plastic nipples in my childs mouth, unless absolutely necessary. This was a good thought but, at 30-40 in the first game of the set, I had a severe infection that was paining me and I was crying at every feeding. The doctor said the infection wasn't affecting the milk and wasn't dangerous for the baby. I took 2 tylenol 15 minutes before the feedings and that seemed to do the trick. This is supposed to be my serve. I mustn't lose this game. Hold serve and see what happens? That means, first serves in, maybe an ace. What is next?

30 All! Sharing the baby.

Others said to me, don't let him sing to the baby. She will get his voice. It would be wonderful for me to have my daughter have her father's voice. It is not the most melodic voice, but I have had the privilege of having my father's voice and I wanted my babies to share that with their father also. Well, now 23 years later...most of the children have their father's voice. I sang to them and with them, but the beauty and kinship of the father passing on his voice to the children is awesome to me. They sing like him and the think like him. That is something I do not regret, except at Christmas time when I am trying to get a choir together.

15-30 Sharing the baby!

Right after the birth

This man that you used to love above all is now holding the new baby. There is love for this little stranger that you could never imagine there could be. At least that is how it was for me. Why is he holding my baby? She is his too. Don't be harsh, don't be selfish. Share the baby with him. Share your husband with this little one. I am no longer the center of attention. He is now in love with another woman (a baby, but she does become a woman and you have to share him) and the rest of the world no longer asks how I am. I have become a milking machine and the child and her father are enraptured with eachother. I don't know if I bargained for this much self sacrifice when I signed up for motherhood. She's crying, it is always something I've done. She smiles and it is always something her father did to tickle her. When am I going to make a point. I don't want a service break. Go ahead take her around and sing to her like the proud papa. I will have my day too. Motherhood is a lonely and selfless job and here I am remembering the first game of the first set. 15-30

The sun shines again

I asked for London type weather and here we were forgetting what the sun looked like. It is refreshing the warmth of the NC weather here in the south for a change.

15-15 the first 2 points of the first set. (Down a break?)

The first serve was mine. I chose to have natural childbirth. No drugs, no pesticides and no pomp and circumstance. That was the first point and it was a winner. Nothing takes the pain away but there is a peaceful sense of accomplishment to the natural process. Even my dad, who has never been a mother or sympathetic to motherhood in the least had to say this is truly a human way to have a baby. I agree. Point 2 my serve was the feeding. Nursing of course but when. Right away? I did. I was sore for a month. Wait until the baby is cleaned up and you are refreshed from the process. It doesn't have to be that natural. My mother said get that baby off of you it has been an hour she is just nursing for comfort, she is not hungry. Okay mom! Too bad I was already too hurt to go back. 15 all.