{"id":2783,"date":"2011-12-29T17:23:49","date_gmt":"2011-12-30T00:23:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2783"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:31:49","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:31:49","slug":"the-responsibilty-of-anatomy-thursday-december-29th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/the-responsibilty-of-anatomy-thursday-december-29th\/","title":{"rendered":"The Responsibilty of Anatomy- Thursday December 29th"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>At first I was very smug about having avoided the baby blues.\u00a0 I thought that the special circumstances of Hazel’s birth helped me bypass the hormone crash that causes weepiness and frustration and self pity.\u00a0 That was before I found myself feeding Hazel in my room on Christmas day, sobbing so loudly I kept startling her.<\/p>\n

I’m trying to write about how much having my daughter makes me miss my son, but every time I start a paragraph I feel like an asshole.\u00a0 I know that this is all normal, and I know it will pass.\u00a0 But the intellectualism doesn’t override the emotionalism.<\/p>\n

Having Tom home with us until mid-January is a blessing and a gift.\u00a0 It’s so nice to have him next to me as we try and figure out how to be the parents we want to be.\u00a0 I just didn’t realize that my anatomy required so much responsibility- To can only do so much without having his owns set of boobs.\u00a0 Because I’m still trying to feign patience with breastfeeding, I can’t be away from Hazel very long.\u00a0 Actually, I don’t want to be away from her at all, but it’d be nice to have a few hours without her chewing on my nipples.\u00a0 I hate that I hate breastfeeding, and every day I swear I’ll call a lactation consultant.\u00a0 Then I let the day pass, consumed with feeding and changing and trying to do a few chores whenever she closes her eyes.<\/p>\n

I wonder if I’m using the frustrations of breastfeeding to cover for the aimless sadness I feel.\u00a0 It’s a more concrete notion of failure.<\/p>\n

Apart from these moments of fear and sadness, most of my days are spent marveling at this new human.\u00a0 Hazel isn’t just beautiful, she’s hilarious.\u00a0 Tom and I laugh uproariously when she stretches and yawns and practices faces.\u00a0 She dons a seemingly endless parade of outfits with enviable grace and patience.\u00a0 This child wore tights on Christmas eve without a peep of complaint- a feat I’ve never managed in my life.\u00a0 Granted, they weren’t control top, but still all tights are annoying.<\/p>\n

This blog post is a mess.\u00a0 I meant to write lightheartedly about missing my son and resenting the usefulness of my boobs, but it didn’t really work out that way.\u00a0 So please, when you read this imagine you’re reading something very clever and entertaining.\u00a0 In the meantime I’m going to take a quick nap.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

At first I was very smug about having avoided the baby blues.\u00a0 I thought that the special circumstances of Hazel’s birth helped me bypass the hormone crash that causes weepiness and frustration and self pity.\u00a0 That was before I found myself feeding Hazel in my room on Christmas day, sobbing so loudly I kept startling … Continue reading “The Responsibilty of Anatomy- Thursday December 29th”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2783","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2783","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2783"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2783\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3323,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2783\/revisions\/3323"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2783"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2783"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2783"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}