{"id":2788,"date":"2012-01-05T23:38:45","date_gmt":"2012-01-06T06:38:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=2788"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:31:49","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:31:49","slug":"were-still-happy-thursday-january-5th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/were-still-happy-thursday-january-5th\/","title":{"rendered":"We’re Still Happy – Thursday January 5th"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Hazel is three weeks old now, and I can hardly remember what life what like before she arrived. \u00a0The rumors were true: this isn’t easy. \u00a0But what they don’t tell you is that the moments you spend staring at your beautiful daughter erase the dread of sleepless nights and chewed nipples. \u00a0I can’t believe I could be so in love with such a demanding little creature who doesn’t even acknowledge me yet. \u00a0She’s just as happy snoozing in the arms of a stranger, and yet I would happily throw myself in the jaws of a lion to save her from having to do something unpleasant. \u00a0I am already considering allowing her to never bath again after yesterday’s revelation that she despises baths in the tub. \u00a0She could be one of those monks who celebrates god by not washing themselves. \u00a0Or an artist.<\/p>\n

In breastfeeding news, I buckled down and called a lactation consultant. \u00a0I felt better after talking to her on the phone, and that day Hazel and I finally seemed to figure out how to get through a whole meal. \u00a0The lactation consultant arrived the next day and was a surprising contradiction of make-up-less hippy who dripped with diamond jewelry. \u00a0I didn’t expect the diamonds, and was wary of the hippiness. \u00a0Because I have a mental problem, I didn’t bother to ask how much her fee was and $325 later she assured me that breastfeeding is just hard. \u00a0I was doing it right, it just sucks. \u00a0Those are my words, not hers. \u00a0Her words were much more earthy and encouraging, but I read between the lines. \u00a0I don’t know how I missed hearing how hard this was. \u00a0I had images of myself nursing my daughter Madonna-like, both of us basking in the joy of being together, our hair thick and skin dewy. \u00a0The reality is much more doggedly tired, sweaty and staring blankly at a television alternating between HGTV and True Crime Stories.<\/p>\n

I don’t actually care though. \u00a0I’m going to stick with it as long as my boobs and milk supply can handle it. \u00a0I don’t want to beat a dead horse with this analogy, but nothing yet has been harder for me to get through physically than being awake during my c-section. \u00a0Besides reliving the memory of Tommy Jr’s birth, the actual procedure was really painful and scary. \u00a0If I can do that for Hazel, I can can breastfeed.<\/p>\n

Things are starting to feel more routine now. \u00a0I didn’t have very many expectations of motherhood, I just wanted Hazel to arrive here safely. \u00a0Now that she’s here, I’m surprised and overjoyed everyday at how much I love her and how easy it is for me to mother her. \u00a0I’m surprised everyday that I don’t miss my old life more. \u00a0I don’t know what happens next, but today was another wonderful day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Hazel is three weeks old now, and I can hardly remember what life what like before she arrived. \u00a0The rumors were true: this isn’t easy. \u00a0But what they don’t tell you is that the moments you spend staring at your beautiful daughter erase the dread of sleepless nights and chewed nipples. \u00a0I can’t believe I … Continue reading “We’re Still Happy – Thursday January 5th”<\/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-2788","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2788","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=2788"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2788\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3322,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2788\/revisions\/3322"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2788"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2788"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2788"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}