Fixing Mrs. Flinger Feb 20, 2015
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And now a word from our sponsers May 30, 2007
Bring it on, peeps. I need to hear about your toddlers when you brought home your new baby. Just how whacked out did they get? Did they lash out? Regress? Start, oh, I dunno, kicking the wall at nap time yelling Twinkle Twinkle and refuse to go to bed until about 10pm when, up until that time, needed 12 hours of sleep per night?
I’m just guessing here.
So, bring it on. All the stories. Good and bad. ‘Cause some days she’s the perfect big sister and other days we’ve half written up the E-bay post by breakfast.
Do’s and Don’ts of a birth story May 28, 2007
#The Flinger Family#Baby O
There are things I’ve been mulling over for some time now about how we ended up having a baby three weeks early. About how I would cuss and moan about being pregnant right up until the moment they said I couldn’t be pregnant anymore. About the decision to call the doctor and confess I was having contractions for the past 24 hours, they weren’t going away, and they were getting stronger. I’ve been replaying the entire scenario at dinner where I joked with the waitress that I’d try not to have a baby there then reassured her we still had weeks to go even as I squeezed my belly from pain and gripped the table breathing over contractions. I can’t get my doctor’s face out of my mind when he said, “No, it’s tonight. We’re taking him out...
If I was telling myself this two years ago, I would’ve gagged May 27, 2007
#Getting to know me#Good News#The Flinger Family#Baby O
I’m crying a lot now. The difference is, I’ll cry once a day or so because I’m so happy. Because, Internet? I’m happy. I’m so touched to see my daughter gush over Baby O. I’m thrilled with how my husband is taking care of the three of us. I love how we mesh well and he is already a part of our lives that I couldn’t imagine him not being here. Even if he was three weeks early.
Two and a half years ago, I wasn’t a Mom. I wasn’t aware of what “MOM” meant. Maybe I had some misconceived notions about the word, maybe I didn’t understand how much it changes a person, not completely, but by enhancing what’s already there. Maybe I didn’t know that I was capable of being “MOM” in a way that would make me...
My Newest Suckling Infant May 25, 2007
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...
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:
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.
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...
If mad nesting prevents PPD, I’ll be Mary Freaking Popins May 16, 2007
In case you are ever curious why I am not here:
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!...