Marianne is laying on the couch - her "playtime" in between feedings where she looks around, hiccups, poops, and gets kissed lots by me. Isn't she an adorable duckie?
Beau is on his couch watching Toy Story, just like he has every other afternoon for the last two weeks.
He just finished eating a chocolate chip cookie, one of the diminishing few that have been sitting on the counter looking irresistible all morning. These aren't going to make it much longer...
Outside the clouds have rolled in and it feels like a storm is coming in. (Out my back door...power lines and a lonely table and overgrown brush give it a quaint abandoned feel, don't you think?)
My home is nice and cozy and dark. Here is my kitchen, as is. Half messy, half clean.
Today I had a moment that felt supremely empowering. I took Marianne in for a little check up to make sure she was gaining weight. It is a new doctor's office for us and maybe they didn't realize that they were on trial. I waited with Beau and Marianne in our little room for a half hour without anyone coming to talk to us. (The previous two visits have been similar.) The receptionist took us to our room and that was that. Not even a nurse came to talk to us. So I took Marianne to the scale outside our room, weighed her (8 lbs 13 oz with her clothes on), and then walked to the front and asked for the form to transfer my records somewhere else. Just then the C.N.P. that was going to see us came out and said, "Well I can see you now," and I said sorry, I don't want to do this for the next year. She asked if she could at least weigh her and I said that I already had. And then I smiled, thanked her, and left.
Totally empowering. It's not that they were horrible, they just weren't great. And I want (and can have) great.
And now...Marianne is hungry (she might just eat herself)...gotta go relax with my girl. :)
2 comments:
Wow. Go Kerri! I don't think I'd be brave enough to do that.
You rock! That is awesome.
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