Charlotte is crying because:
a) she is hungry
b) she is poopy
c) she is tired
d) she wants to be held
e) invisible vegetarian pygmies from outerspace are psychically pinching her
First right answer wins a prize

Ok, so I am not the best photographer. I am shaky and she moves alot. But these are cute!


Apart from some spectacular poops today, the most excitement we had was when the cable guy replaced our actual cable, so everything seems clearer and the net seems faster. Woo!
In other news, I may have to get a separate postal code for my boobs.

My boobs weigh like a million pounds each. They actually haven’t gotten much bigger, which is good, but they feel like they will tip me over. I am surprised they aren’t typing for me right now.
That frozen lasagne in the oven doesn’t smell quite right.
If I was single, smart, thinner, living in Boston, younger, and HE was available, I would totally stalk Bryan Adams. The real one, not the Cuts Like a Knife one. He sent Charlotte her first and only copy of Charlotte’s web – the book and movie. I heart him. He plays golf, fools around with robots, likes baseball a bit too much and is hot. What

I am just getting around to reading everyone’s blogs I have been missing. I realized what I used to do at work every day. Shhhh. Pardon the lack of comments and presence by yours truly. I miss y’all. I also need to throw out some thank yous to people who have sent stuff. BLOG PEOPLE are so nice! I mean regular people are nice too, but what can you say about people who know you only by words and photos who are so lovely?
I am going to put up some photos instead of a more comprehensive entry since Charlotte is sleeping and tonight I will sleep instead of lying in bed waiting for her to wake up. Any minute now. I am sure I will get over it. In the spirit of Estella, I have been nibbling her a lot. I could eat her up! So cute!

FINALLY leaving the hospital

First night at home

Niece 2, holding the baby

Niece 1, holding the Charlotte

Proud papa at the hospital

I don’t do much but nurse the baby, try and sleep when I can, and eat Rice Krispies now and again. You would think I could find some time to blog, but I can’t seem to right now. Charlotte has only been home a week and we are still all discombobulated and will likely be so for a while. I am guessing. Thankfully, Mark is only working two days a week right now, so I have lots of help. He has been taking care of baby in the mornings while I sleep. I am so tired. I just want to sleep for a week. I realize this will not change soon.
I wanted to post more about the birth story soon. I wanted to post before it seemed really boring even to me. For now I will say that the pain didn’t feel natural or part of the circle of life or whatthefuckever AT ALL. It was horrible. By the time they c-sectioned me I would have agreed to anything.
And the blood incompatibility thing is an ABO incompatibility. I have O+ blood and Charlotte is B+, I guess this is this most difficult incompatibility to fix. She has what they call a Hemolytic Disease of the Newborn. Thankfully, they caught it right away and I since I was in the hospital for 5 days myself, I was able to be close to her. After I was discharged, we spent two nights at home. The doctor then wanted me to be closer to Charlotte to breastfeed her, so they found us a “family suite” in the hospital so both Mark and I could stay. It was much better, but all in all, not fabulous.
Ok, I am off to bed for a couple of hours (crosses finger) because she is sleeping. shhhhh

Ok truthfully, Charlotte has been in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) since birth. Mark didn’t want me to tell the “blog people” since you are all so nice and worry and such. Yes, she was jaundice, but that was a symptom of a blood incompatibility with mom that I can explain later. It has been horribly stressful and Mark and I are both exhausted but we finally arrived back home yesterday. I am so relieved to be home I can’t even tell ya’. More soon lovelies.
Jen

Very brief update in point form, which I type while, covered in breast milk (for obvious reasons) and salmon juice (from the cat, I swear):