On the fang

That's what Kaz Cooke calls a growth spurt in her book "Kidwrangling" and I think the term sums it up very well.

Last night Braeden slept with us, and between grizzles and bellyaching (which later turned into violent expulsions of wind so bad that the parents looked at each other in amazement and exclaimed "Was that YOU?") helped himself to the milkbar all night.

Yes of course we know his bellyache probably came from overeating, but when the munchies hit, what's a mother to do?

Wayne says I'm way too soft, and he's probably right. He had to almost sit on me last night when (at one point) Braeden lay fussing and whimpering in his cot, and I wanted to rescue him. Wayne won.. Braeden went to sleep (eventually) and my nerves were shot, then half an hour later Braeden woke with a hiss and a roar demanding his dinner, so he won too ;-)

At his weigh-in yesterday we learned he's gained nine ounces in six days, which is much better than last week. Our midwife tactfully commented "he's certainly getting all his needs met" which we translated to "good grief; the woman is ruining this child!"

It was said with a wry grin, so I'm unrepentant and not about to change!

I'm on antibiotics though, because my end of things have not settled down, and if we don't get my bits to behave more reasonably I may end up having to have a D&C. Shiiiiitttttt... like I really wanted to see the inside of a hospital anytime soon ;-)

I sent Braeden's pic and blurb to the local newspaper for their "New Faces" column, and my choice of words (miracle baby) caused one of the reporters to email me asking for clarification and my phone number. Ooooh publicity (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek says my Cancer half, YAY says my Leo half).

Anyhoo, kidlet is asleep (on my pajama top from last night, nicely scented of Mummy Milkbar) and ... (hang on, phone's ringing) ...

EEEEKKK!! It was the reporter wanting to do a phone interview as followup to the email. Shit, they must be short of news this week (grins).

Despite my refusing to give my previous husband's name (he came into it because he figured in the 20 years of trying), and not wanting the details published of which friends/family members died at the beginning of the year (sensitivity thing), the reporter still thinks there's a story in there and I'm to send him a photo of the three of us.

(Hey if I take the photo, I am reducing the risk of a nasty surprise, LOL. Not removing it entirely, we are talking print media here!)

Should I point the journo to this blog? (And if so, should I rewrite the above paragraph, LOL?)