We finally left the house last Wednesday for our first of what will be thousands of visits to our local grocery store, HEB. Luckily Aunt Rachel came with us because Henry was not so sure of himself. He made it all the way to the processed food isles in the middle (where one should cry) and we had to alternate finger duties (he hates the pacifier). Overall he did pretty well but of course HEB is HEB and that means there's like 3 registers open and all lines enable a full complimentary reading of US Weekly. At first I waited in one of the regular lines but Henry started to cry so I did what any mother would do and I went over to the 20 items or less line when I had 28 items--BUT 6 of those items were individually wrapped fruit leather--so the check-out person could just scan one 6 times and boom--we only add like 5 seconds to the wait. Right?
So with my 5 week old wriggling and whimpering I watch this woman scan my stuff AS SLOWLY as she possibly can and then tells me "Next time you need to go to the regular check out --not the 20 items or less".
Let me just tell you that when I was pregnant HEB employees ALWAYS asked to carry my stuff--always got me in and out, always made nice comments, always did whatever they could to make my life easy --but now that I have an actual child amongst us--I'm invisible. This woman can see I have a fresh new baby who is less helpless than a paraplegic mini-dwarf--- who can only communicate by screaming-- who wants the hell out of the store--but in that case--I get scolded and given THE absolute slowest service I could possibly be given.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Everybody loves a fetus
We finally left the house last Wednesday for our first of what will be thousands of visits to our local grocery store, HEB. Luckily Aunt Rachel came with us because Henry was not so sure of himself. He made it all the way to the processed food isles in the middle (where one should cry) and we had to alternate finger duties (he hates the pacifier). Overall he did pretty well but of course HEB is HEB and that means there's like 3 registers open and all lines enable a full complimentary reading of US Weekly. At first I waited in one of the regular lines but Henry started to cry so I did what any mother would do and I went over to the 20 items or less line when I had 28 items--BUT 6 of those items were individually wrapped fruit leather--so the check-out person could just scan one 6 times and boom--we only add like 5 seconds to the wait. Right?
So with my 5 week old wriggling and whimpering I watch this woman scan my stuff AS SLOWLY as she possibly can and then tells me "Next time you need to go to the regular check out --not the 20 items or less".
Let me just tell you that when I was pregnant HEB employees ALWAYS asked to carry my stuff--always got me in and out, always made nice comments, always did whatever they could to make my life easy --but now that I have an actual child amongst us--I'm invisible. This woman can see I have a fresh new baby who is less helpless than a paraplegic mini-dwarf--- who can only communicate by screaming-- who wants the hell out of the store--but in that case--I get scolded and given THE absolute slowest service I could possibly be given.
So with my 5 week old wriggling and whimpering I watch this woman scan my stuff AS SLOWLY as she possibly can and then tells me "Next time you need to go to the regular check out --not the 20 items or less".
Let me just tell you that when I was pregnant HEB employees ALWAYS asked to carry my stuff--always got me in and out, always made nice comments, always did whatever they could to make my life easy --but now that I have an actual child amongst us--I'm invisible. This woman can see I have a fresh new baby who is less helpless than a paraplegic mini-dwarf--- who can only communicate by screaming-- who wants the hell out of the store--but in that case--I get scolded and given THE absolute slowest service I could possibly be given.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Went for our one month check-up today
Today we went to the pediatrician for Henry's one month check up. The doc asked if I was churning buttermilk because Henry is now in the 90% for growth. He weighs 11 lbs and 10 ounces (he was 8.3 at birth).
We had our first public diaper change in the waiting room. He had a massive poop explosion that was audible to everyone in the room so I felt obliged to check it out. He pooped so violently that it seeped through his diaper and outfit and onto his car seat. I did the best I could and when I was done I had this massive poopy diaper and I didn't know what to do with it. I actually had to ask the woman next to me what the etiquette was and she said to NOT throw it in the trashcan, which was what I was planning on doing. She gave me the baby equivalent of the boo-boo bag that you've seen dog owners with. I guess I've got to get some of those now that we're cleared to leave the house.
Mundane sleeping and eating update: Henry ate about every 2 hours today and was in a milk induced coma for most of the day. This is different from yesterday when he only ate about every three hours and was wide awake and alert for 4 to 5 hours at a time. Last night he slept perfectly--for the first time. He went to bed around 9--woke up at 12:30, ate and fell right back to sleep (normally it takes at least an hour and a half for him to fall back asleep--with much coaxing) and then he woke up again at 3:30 and ate and fell back asleep and then again at 5:30 and then we got up at 7 and went for a walk around the neighborhood. He fell back asleep and then I woke him for our doc appointment. This was BY FAR the most he's EVER slept. Also, it is no longer torture to feed him. YEAH!
Today I discovered if I talk to him he wont cry in the car. The conversations are "And on the right is the school for the blind. Look, there's some blind people. And now we're passing the state mental hospital--look a Chile's on the right. They have potato poppers. And there's Central Market where you can get nice produce...."
We had our first public diaper change in the waiting room. He had a massive poop explosion that was audible to everyone in the room so I felt obliged to check it out. He pooped so violently that it seeped through his diaper and outfit and onto his car seat. I did the best I could and when I was done I had this massive poopy diaper and I didn't know what to do with it. I actually had to ask the woman next to me what the etiquette was and she said to NOT throw it in the trashcan, which was what I was planning on doing. She gave me the baby equivalent of the boo-boo bag that you've seen dog owners with. I guess I've got to get some of those now that we're cleared to leave the house.
Mundane sleeping and eating update: Henry ate about every 2 hours today and was in a milk induced coma for most of the day. This is different from yesterday when he only ate about every three hours and was wide awake and alert for 4 to 5 hours at a time. Last night he slept perfectly--for the first time. He went to bed around 9--woke up at 12:30, ate and fell right back to sleep (normally it takes at least an hour and a half for him to fall back asleep--with much coaxing) and then he woke up again at 3:30 and ate and fell back asleep and then again at 5:30 and then we got up at 7 and went for a walk around the neighborhood. He fell back asleep and then I woke him for our doc appointment. This was BY FAR the most he's EVER slept. Also, it is no longer torture to feed him. YEAH!
Today I discovered if I talk to him he wont cry in the car. The conversations are "And on the right is the school for the blind. Look, there's some blind people. And now we're passing the state mental hospital--look a Chile's on the right. They have potato poppers. And there's Central Market where you can get nice produce...."
Went for our one month check-up today
Today we went to the pediatrician for Henry's one month check up. The doc asked if I was churning buttermilk because Henry is now in the 90% for growth. He weighs 11 lbs and 10 ounces (he was 8.3 at birth).
We had our first public diaper change in the waiting room. He had a massive poop explosion that was audible to everyone in the room so I felt obliged to check it out. He pooped so violently that it seeped through his diaper and outfit and onto his car seat. I did the best I could and when I was done I had this massive poopy diaper and I didn't know what to do with it. I actually had to ask the woman next to me what the etiquette was and she said to NOT throw it in the trashcan, which was what I was planning on doing. She gave me the baby equivalent of the boo-boo bag that you've seen dog owners with. I guess I've got to get some of those now that we're cleared to leave the house.
Mundane sleeping and eating update: Henry ate about every 2 hours today and was in a milk induced coma for most of the day. This is different from yesterday when he only ate about every three hours and was wide awake and alert for 4 to 5 hours at a time. Last night he slept perfectly--for the first time. He went to bed around 9--woke up at 12:30, ate and fell right back to sleep (normally it takes at least an hour and a half for him to fall back asleep--with much coaxing) and then he woke up again at 3:30 and ate and fell back asleep and then again at 5:30 and then we got up at 7 and went for a walk around the neighborhood. He fell back asleep and then I woke him for our doc appointment. This was BY FAR the most he's EVER slept. Also, it is no longer torture to feed him. YEAH!
Today I discovered if I talk to him he wont cry in the car. The conversations are "And on the right is the school for the blind. Look, there's some blind people. And now we're passing the state mental hospital--look a Chile's on the right. They have potato poppers. And there's Central Market where you can get nice produce...."
We had our first public diaper change in the waiting room. He had a massive poop explosion that was audible to everyone in the room so I felt obliged to check it out. He pooped so violently that it seeped through his diaper and outfit and onto his car seat. I did the best I could and when I was done I had this massive poopy diaper and I didn't know what to do with it. I actually had to ask the woman next to me what the etiquette was and she said to NOT throw it in the trashcan, which was what I was planning on doing. She gave me the baby equivalent of the boo-boo bag that you've seen dog owners with. I guess I've got to get some of those now that we're cleared to leave the house.
Mundane sleeping and eating update: Henry ate about every 2 hours today and was in a milk induced coma for most of the day. This is different from yesterday when he only ate about every three hours and was wide awake and alert for 4 to 5 hours at a time. Last night he slept perfectly--for the first time. He went to bed around 9--woke up at 12:30, ate and fell right back to sleep (normally it takes at least an hour and a half for him to fall back asleep--with much coaxing) and then he woke up again at 3:30 and ate and fell back asleep and then again at 5:30 and then we got up at 7 and went for a walk around the neighborhood. He fell back asleep and then I woke him for our doc appointment. This was BY FAR the most he's EVER slept. Also, it is no longer torture to feed him. YEAH!
Today I discovered if I talk to him he wont cry in the car. The conversations are "And on the right is the school for the blind. Look, there's some blind people. And now we're passing the state mental hospital--look a Chile's on the right. They have potato poppers. And there's Central Market where you can get nice produce...."
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