I don't want to jinx it but we've had a good couple of days. And I only mean "a couple" in the truest sense of the word: at most, 2 days. But...I feel like I'm getting to know Owen better and learning what makes him tick and learning his cries, his needs, his sounds and expressions...as well as learning my own ways and how they help and hinder me when he's having a tough time. I also am amazed at what a little sleep can do - even if it's only in 2 1/2 hour spurts, but if I chain three or four of those spurts together it makes me a whole lot saner. Owen seems to be settling into a bit of a night time pattern too, (well, do two or three nights make a pattern?) so that's been helpful for me since I'm so neurotic about predictability and patterns and routines.
I cut cow's milk dairy out of my diet and he's been so much less gassy/burpy/farty/agonizing/screaming that I really do think it makes a difference. I *hope* it makes a difference - it would be really nice to have a concrete idea of "this helps" rather than just trying everything at random. His rash/acne/eczema has also started to clear since I cut the dairy out as well, so I think he really may be sensitive to it.
Yesterday I went for my 6 week postpartum visit (still a bit early, I'm only 5 1/2 weeks pp) and the doctor gave me a clean bill of health - my incision has healed well, yadda yadda. When we were leaving the building, there was a truck parked outside the office that said OTIS along the side of it and I swear their logo looked SO MUCH like a dandelion. It made me smile, big.
In other news, my bff (or one of them) told me yesterday that her husband has a tumor in his jaw. He had testicular cancer about 8 years ago so we are all really hoping and praying that this is not a recurrence. He goes for a biopsy next week, please keep your fingers crossed. It also helps to explain why she's been pretty absent from helping with Owen this month, as they've been caught in CT scans and MRIs and a whole lot of scariness. I'm really ready to have a few months in a row where I stop shaking my fists at the heavens and shouting about how crappy life can be sometimes, by the way.
I have to start making plans to go back to work. I can't believe it. I so wish we could swing it otherwise but it's just not in our cards. It looks like the week before Thanksgiving will be my first week back (very part time) and we'll take it from there (the kids all have the week of Thanksgiving off, so that week I will be home as well). I don't know how it's going to work but I have to have some faith that it will somehow.
OK, baby is calling. Thanks for all the love and support. I really am around and reading your blogs and I apologize for not commenting, it's just hard to type a comment on my phone with one hand.