"You're responsible for feeding Rhory and keeping her alive and I'm responsible for reminding Riley we are still his parents."
Re: Post Partum Day Two
How strong would you say your contractions are?
When I finally got around to calling the hospital that is the question I was asked by the doc on call. My response, "I'm being extra mean to my husband right about now." Her response, "You had better get to the hospital sooner than later."
I think it i safe for me to admit I tend to get a little hung up on my OB GYN during the course of the pregnancy and then subsequent delivery. Who can forget this total and complete disappointment? The obsession with my new doctor was really no different. He promised me that this delivery would be a thousand times easier than Riley's (which it was). He promised that I would only push for 30 minutes (which I did). He promised that I wouldn't tear as badly (and I didn't). Oh, and he came into the delivery room wearing wearing a blazer over his scrubs. In my epidural bliss Doug turned to me and said, "If I was going to be a doctor, I would be like him."
Sunnyside up please.
Rhory chose to enter this world in a way that I would never ever eat my eggs. Ever.
"I don't see any trauma to your nipples."
Words of encouragement from the lactation specialist who paid me a visit while I recuperated in the hospital. I am sure she would have changed her story if she had come to my house three days later after a lovely long night filled with back to back cluster feedings.
"You're acting like you could have 10 more."
My mother-in-law witnessed the post partum hell I experienced with Riley and noticed how different it was this time around. I only cried for one day with Rhory whereas with Riley I cried for three weeks straight.
Big Brother R-Dub
Besides the fact that countless times we have caught Riley trying to make out with his sister, he really doesn't seem to be phased by her sudden appearance at all. He may still think that she isn't a permanent fixture to the house, but as long as he stops trying to suck the breath out of her we should all survive.
"Remind me to tell you about the dream I had last night."
Just a few days ago Doug let me know that in his dream I wanted to have sex with him so badly that I was insisting on calling the doctor and asking him if it was okay since we were only three weeks post delivery. Doug said, "And honestly I wanted to wait and was okay with waiting a few more weeks. You were the one that was so adamant about it." Sure thing Doug. Sounds just like something I wouldn't say.