let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
2006-02-07 - 10:25 a.m.

We got smiles at two weeks that clearly weren't from gas. We got real laughter at three weeks. This week he's rolling from side to belly to the other side and tracking objects that are way more than 18" away. It's time to turn off the tv because he's started watching it as well.

He's not really mimicing facial expressions much, but he did mimic me doing the sign for milk the other day (or maybe he was just shaking his fist at me in frustration for not getting the boob out fast enough... heh).

I go a week from Friday for surgery to repair the gland that I managed to screw up during labor. I'll be under general anethesia for it, so I have to try to express 24 hours of milk for the baby. Um yeah, good luck with that one, since he wants every drop I produce and then some. I can't blame him really since it tastes like sweetened condensed milk -- yep, that means I've tasted it. It's hard to avoid tasting it, when it ends up all over me at some point in the day. The boobs aren't really all that well designed when it comes to lactation. They waste valuable milk when there's no baby latched to them. All I have to do is think about nursing, or as was the case yesterday, look innocently at the bottle of a child in the deli and whammo, my boobs start flowing. It's the human equivilent of a St. Bernard foaming at the mouth. (I'm reminded of the dog my best friend owned when I was in high school. Man, that dog has salivation problems and happily shook his copious spittle at everyone who came near him... I promise not to do a shimmy for the full comparison effect... )

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