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Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

Fixing Mrs. Flinger Feb 20, 2015

I'm currently working on this website. I want to add back the links to blogs I love, some ways to find content easier, and put in archive, at last, some of the ancient articles. Come back to see updates.

My Newest Suckling Infant May 25, 2007

#Baby O

Meet my new suckling infant;  Baby “M” One day I’ll tell you about the birth of our son. One day I’ll give you all the boring details only a mother needs to share. One day. Today is not that day. There was only so much I could do for Baby O. I couldn’t teach him how to breath. I couldn’t clear his lungs. Hell, I couldn’t even hold him. But I could try to produce milk and antibodies. And I tried. I AM trying. It’s not only not going well, there is no chapter in the “Breast Feeding After A Reduction” bible about what to do if your child is in the NICU. Nobody says how to succeed when you can’t even see him. Nobody chapter says what to do when your breasts dry up in four days. We taunt nursing mothers in public. We... Read more

If a picture is worth a thousand words May 22, 2007

#Good News#Baby O

Then I have nothing more to say… Read more

The Short Short Version May 20, 2007

#Life#The Flinger Family#Baby O

We went to soccer on Friday. She got a haircut on Saturday. I had contractions the entire time. Born via emergency C-section on May 20th at 2:04AM, weighing 5 pounds 15 oz and 19 inches long: Baby “O” Who now lives in the NICU. We’re hoping he starts breathing better so we can spend some time with him. I sordof miss my baby belly. At least he was with us all the time. Read more

Hormonal Reflections May 17, 2007

#Life#Good News#post partum depression#Pregnancy#The Flinger Family

I’ve been thinking a lot during these last few weeks. My thoughts swing from “GET THE DAMN BABY OUT! NOW! OUT OUT OUT!” to “This is the last time my daughter will be an only child.. the last time she’ll get every ounce of my attention; aside from the blog and the laundry and that shiny thing over there, that is.” Lately I’ve been romanticizing every aspect of her tiny little person because look! We made a tiny little person! Who turned out to be pretty damn incredible! Don’t we rock? We somehow survived those first few months of reflux, screaming, not sleeping. We made it through the first winter with our newborn, we figured out how to feed her, to swaddle her, to get her to sleep. I remember sitting with her in various locations feeding her... Read more

If mad nesting prevents PPD, I’ll be Mary Freaking Popins May 16, 2007

#Pregnancy

In case you are ever curious why I am not here: Read more

on social awkwardness May 15, 2007

#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz

Yesterday when we met Mr. Flinger at lunch (read: Starbucks coffee), the three of us were sitting drinking our allocated beverages when a group of three men about our age walked in. Mr. Flinger stares at one of the men, leans over to me, and whispers, “He went to our High School. I’m sure of it. He graduated in my class.”  I was sure he was lying because just three weeks ago he saw Ross Perot at Safeway and two weeks before that, Wade Boggs at Quiznos. So, apparently, a lot of people get “spotted” when out at lunch time with Mr. Flinger. I’m just saying. So we stared a little too long at this man who looked only vaguely familiar when I realized OH MAH GAH! I had a huge crush on him! Like, in college! Like, he was, like, TOTALLY hot Freshman Year!... Read more

Mother’s Day: A summary May 13, 2007

#Good News#The Flinger Family

I had a fantastic weekend. Full of all kinds of boring details and sentences that start with “why I love my family” and end with “I had three sips of beer!” Instead of boring you with all the details I’ll cherish for months to come, I’ll just give you the brief overview: The short short version? Even on the best of weekends, a mom’s job is much the same. Hope yours was just as wonderful. Read more

Satisfying like a Rice Cake May 12, 2007

#Getting to know me

When I was a little girl, I had this feeling I would describe as a used-up audio tape.* In my limited understanding of the world at seven years old, I knew enough to use objects to express my feelings to others. So, when I found myself completely dissatisfied with the length of audio one could obtain when using her Fisher Price Tape Recorder,  I realized I felt this way sometimes with my life. My poor, pathetic, seven-year-old middle class life. Oh, woah-is-me, I know. I quickly learned not to tell my Mom I was bored. This usually led to raking the yard or cleaning my room. So to say, “I feel like a used up audio tape,” I was actually saying how completely unsatisfying the day was turning out to be and how even if I tried to rewind and go back, it would just be the same... Read more

His first video May 10, 2007

#Pregnancy

Little Man will be staying put until the already appointed eviction date.  As much as I’d like to kick him out early, I also know I’ll be screaming to put him back in about two weeks later, so I’ll just use this time to freshen up my mad nesting skillz and organize the closets and myriad of children’s clothes he’s already accumulated.  We’re all just about ready. We’re putting the final touches on things like “put together cradle” and “wash clothes” and “install car seat.” LB is repeating what happens when mommy goes to the hospital and how she’s a big sister just like Dora.  (Including how Boots is also a big sister and will be coming home from the hospital with her baby brother. I let this... Read more

Call God or maybe Bruce Lee; the baby is EATING MY BRAIN May 09, 2007

#Pregnancy#Social Clutz Loveable Spaz

Hi there! Well, hello! I can’t seem to keep my mind focused on one thing longer than .2 seconds, which is not long enough to write a post, mind you, and thus have attempted to write FOUR THOUSAND posts in the last two days, all of which look something like this: “You know how when….” “One day I was…..” “It was a dark and stormy night….” Ok, no, that last one was the start of my latest best-selling-novel that never got past seven words long. It was a damn fine read, though, in my head. I’ve started seven projects, three websites, two loads of laundry and a grocery list, all of which remain unfinished. I believe I washed half the kitchen floor, but the kitchen floor runs in to the dining room floor and runs in to the... Read more