House Bound

The days are kind of a blur of nursing, napping, and changing diapers. Alot of days my teeth don't even get brushed until 2pm. I try to change into shorts and a nursing top by afternoon, though there really isn't an occasion for doing so. I do it so I can at least feel human, and so Dave doesn't have to come home to his wife in the same sour milk-stained pajamas he left her in that morning. When I left Ben Bridge I wondered how I would still afford to get my Clinique makeup, but since I haven't worn makeup in a month, I'm going to assume it's a non-issue. Dave says I'm "glowing" and don't need makeup. He's such a smooth talker.

It's a huge adjustment to be home all day, and I certainly plan on getting out of the house more, but for now I feel like we're in quarantine. I hesitate taking a three-week-old out any more than necessary to preserve my sanity, since her immune system isn't fully developed yet. Dave suggested I take her out for a walk in the stroller, but our neighborhood doesn't have sidewalks and cars come whipping around blind corners. We did walk her to Nanci's house in the stroller the other day, and she couldn't believe we had risked it because of the way people drive in our neighborhood.

My hips are feeling good enough for me to drive now, but I still hesitate taking her out by myself until she's a bit older. Especially since the last few times I've taken her out, I've spent the majority of the time nursing in the car, or she's pooped or spit up all over herself and me. Once was at my sister-in-law's house, and thankfully she had a T-shirt I could borrow. Now I keep an extra set of clothes for myself in the car. I'm slowly getting the hang of this nursing thing. The challenge for me has been less sore nipples, more in keeping myself clean. I'm amazed how many nursing pads I can go through in a day. If I don't change them frequently enough, or if I don't keep a burp rag strategically placed while Eva nurses, I end up with my clothes soaking wet.