Growing, update and b!tch session

Well, it seems I/we am/are doing something right. Our son has grown 2.5 inches and is up 3 oz. from his birth weight at his two week checkup. Hooray for the nipple shield! Ben's jaundice is now completely resolved (thanks for asking, B!). We are so fortunate.

I had heard about this on the today show, but wanted to post this article link.

I also wanted to add that I am so tickled that Ben and Eli share the same birthday. I can't wait for our little IVF miracles to have their first lunch date.

I am also excited today because Baby Steps to Baby Shoes' child will be born today. I am so thrilled for them. I am literally sitting around waiting to get the joyous email announcing this birth.


Things are going far better this week. B is eating like a champ, I am no longer crying at the drop of a hat, and Thanksgiving weekend is over and the onslaught of visitors has slowed to a trickle and a few phone calls.

I am pretty big on personal space. I about lost my shit this past weekend when:

• my MIL came by to pick up my BIL (who was visiting from out of town and staying at her place) and asked if her girlfriend could come in and see our baby at 10:30 PM.
• My MIL returned to San Antonio Sunday and my BIL assumed he'd be staying with us since his flight back home was not until 12/2. I had an outright hissy fit because with a 12 day old infant and postpartum hormones, I was not ready for a houseguest. Nor was I ready to run upstairs and hide each time B needed to eat. I am still anemic from the blood loss, not to mention still enduring some back pain and get worn out when I overdo it. My husband finally saw the light. Thank goodness.
• MIL and BIL wanted A (and myself as well) to go to brunch with them Saturday, which was fine. My mom was available to stay with me since I was really not ready to be solo with Ben, nor was I ready to go out to lunch. Then A comes back from brunch asking if my mom could stay around so that they could go to dinner as well. My mom is a bit of a fuddy-duddy and doesn't like to drive late at night. So he asked if it would be OK if SIL came over so I wasn't alone. I was not comfortable bossing around an 8 month pregnant SIL. Nor was I comfortable showing her my tits, as the major thing I needed help with at the time was breastfe.eding. I was rather pissed that his family was putting him in the position of feeling torn between visiting with them and staying with us to take care of our needs. Ultimately, he wound up staying at home that night after another hissy fit on my part. Did I mention yet that A is attending a conference next week and will be staying with BIL for 5 days? Plenty of brotherly bonding time then, IMHO.

Not sure if I was overreacting to some of that, but I am fairly certain I wasn't. I think the postpartum hormones (such a powerful thing, really) have equilibrated somewhat. It also helps that my mom has come around on a near daily basis to make us dinner, wash our clothes, etc. It is wonderful because she helps me how I want to be helped, not how she thinks I need to be helped. I am glad my personal space is now my own again.