In Which Dr. Moo Cow Plays Catch-Up
Jan. 19th, 2008 12:01 amThe thing nobody thinks to tell you about breastfeeding before the fact is that it's incredibly boring. The baby gets such an endorphin rush from feeding, he drowses off mid-meal, and then keeps right on eating in his sleep. It's sort of like having an opiate addict nod off on your shoulder for half an hour at a time, a dozen times a day. For all that you might love, enjoy, and admire the opiate addict in question when he's awake--imagine that it's, say, Samuel Taylor Coleridge--you'd still spend those half-hour periods wishing for something more engaging to do. You can't talk on the phone, because the occasional flailing of infant limbs requires both hands and knocks cords for earpieces all over the place. Likewise, you can't type, or knit. No wonder people who like television watch so much of it when they have babies.
I gather that soon, when Gareth's neck muscles mature and I don't have to support his head all the time, it'll be possible to arrange him in a sling and type while he eats, but meanwhile, I can only spare half a hand to hold open the lightest of paperbacks. I tried heavier books, but I soon caught on that that would be the short road to carpal tunnel syndrome. ("How do you avoid carpal tunnel syndrome from holding the baby while nursing?" I asked the local La Leche League leader. "Beats me," she said, "I got it with each of my three kids." Great. Just great. Time to dig up my old wrist braces.)
So I've been reading a lot of very short books, and a lot of cheap teaching editions of classics that are printed on lightweight paper. It's been fun to backtrack and read things I'd been meaning to get around to for years, or in some cases decades. Why didn't anyone tell me The Bridge of San Luis Rey was funny? When people talk about it, they describe it as a sort of thought experiment--can the monk determine whether it's random chance or the will of the Creator that brings those six people to the bridge the day it collapses?--which would be incredibly boring. Heck, when I want to read about theology, I can go to theologians for it. But that's not the point at all. God didn't write the book, Thornton Wilder did, so of course it's the will of the story's creator that those six characters died. The question the book pretends to be about is the one question that's already closed before it begins. My poor tutoring students get assigned The Bridge of San Luis Rey by their high school teachers, and they write earnest little papers in which they try to take the monk's question seriously, when on every page it's clear that Wilder being playful, showing off, jazzing around. It's metafiction that doesn't suck as fiction. I wish I'd read it sooner.
Ibsen, however, sucks. I remember thinking Hedda Gabler and A Doll's House were okay when I read them in grad school, but An Enemy of the People, The Wild Duck, and Rosmersholm, which are supposed to be impressive and deep, turn out to be plain awful. I think I can go the rest of my days without ever reading another Scandinavian playwright now, if Ibsen really is the best of the bunch. Good to have that out of the way. Victorian theater must have been really bad, for all those modernist writers to prefer Ibsen over it.
I'll take Naomi Novik over Ibsen any day of the week. I've just finished His Majesty's Dragon--probably I'm the only person in all of livejournaldom who hadn't already read it--and now it's my turn to swoon over the book, just like most of you were swooning when it came out a couple of years ago.
I might as well do that 52 book challenge thing this year, even if I am hoping to set up a bookstand to spare my wrists so I can read both new translations of War and Peace once I finish Novik's Temeraire series. The baby plans to spend lots of drowsy hours eating.
I gather that soon, when Gareth's neck muscles mature and I don't have to support his head all the time, it'll be possible to arrange him in a sling and type while he eats, but meanwhile, I can only spare half a hand to hold open the lightest of paperbacks. I tried heavier books, but I soon caught on that that would be the short road to carpal tunnel syndrome. ("How do you avoid carpal tunnel syndrome from holding the baby while nursing?" I asked the local La Leche League leader. "Beats me," she said, "I got it with each of my three kids." Great. Just great. Time to dig up my old wrist braces.)
So I've been reading a lot of very short books, and a lot of cheap teaching editions of classics that are printed on lightweight paper. It's been fun to backtrack and read things I'd been meaning to get around to for years, or in some cases decades. Why didn't anyone tell me The Bridge of San Luis Rey was funny? When people talk about it, they describe it as a sort of thought experiment--can the monk determine whether it's random chance or the will of the Creator that brings those six people to the bridge the day it collapses?--which would be incredibly boring. Heck, when I want to read about theology, I can go to theologians for it. But that's not the point at all. God didn't write the book, Thornton Wilder did, so of course it's the will of the story's creator that those six characters died. The question the book pretends to be about is the one question that's already closed before it begins. My poor tutoring students get assigned The Bridge of San Luis Rey by their high school teachers, and they write earnest little papers in which they try to take the monk's question seriously, when on every page it's clear that Wilder being playful, showing off, jazzing around. It's metafiction that doesn't suck as fiction. I wish I'd read it sooner.
Ibsen, however, sucks. I remember thinking Hedda Gabler and A Doll's House were okay when I read them in grad school, but An Enemy of the People, The Wild Duck, and Rosmersholm, which are supposed to be impressive and deep, turn out to be plain awful. I think I can go the rest of my days without ever reading another Scandinavian playwright now, if Ibsen really is the best of the bunch. Good to have that out of the way. Victorian theater must have been really bad, for all those modernist writers to prefer Ibsen over it.
I'll take Naomi Novik over Ibsen any day of the week. I've just finished His Majesty's Dragon--probably I'm the only person in all of livejournaldom who hadn't already read it--and now it's my turn to swoon over the book, just like most of you were swooning when it came out a couple of years ago.
I might as well do that 52 book challenge thing this year, even if I am hoping to set up a bookstand to spare my wrists so I can read both new translations of War and Peace once I finish Novik's Temeraire series. The baby plans to spend lots of drowsy hours eating.
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Date: 2008-01-19 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-19 07:57 am (UTC)(i spent a lot of time in my head while nursing. rearranging the house, playing the 'what if' game, etc.)
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Date: 2008-01-19 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-19 12:29 pm (UTC)I used those times to be quiet. I would listen to music, or sing to the baby, or just enjoy the feel of having the baby snuggled up against me. My day was so full of DOING stuff that it was just wonderful to sit down and just BE. I could close my eyes and almost drift off with the little sleepyhead sometimes.
You will work it out. Just relaxing and letting your brain take a mini-vacation may be the best thing you can do for your sanity. :)
Hugs.
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Date: 2008-01-19 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-19 04:27 pm (UTC)My friend
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Date: 2008-01-19 07:02 pm (UTC)I've never read Novik either -- what's the book like?
I also give you many kudos for trying to tackle Ibsen. I think I'm practically allergic.
I'm trying to remember what my friend Patty used to do while nursing, while the kids were really, really small. I think her favorite was nursing while in the recliner and napping herself.
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Date: 2008-01-20 04:13 am (UTC)Yeah, I was bored with nursing too. When his neck gets stronger it'll be easier to multitask and it gets better!
I liked nursing on the couch and using a lot of pillows to prop books and hold them open. But I also watched a lot of TV.
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Date: 2008-01-20 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 05:06 am (UTC)When we changed around the functions of the rooms upstairs (Dan's study moved to the attic, my study moved to his study, the baby got my former space), we basically moved half our worldly possessions, if you count by weight. The baby's room is in good order now, but my stuff is still half in boxes, and poor Dan...all the hand-me-down baby gear that Gareth's not big enough for yet is up there, crowding Dan's working space into a corner. Bit by bit, we're settling back into the house. The BBC stuff sounds like just the thing to play while I'm chipping away at the remaining boxes.
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Date: 2008-01-20 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 05:16 am (UTC)On the way down to Maryland for Christmas, we stopped at a rest area on 95, and the women at the next table happened to be La Leche League meeting leaders. They took one look at Gareth, who was sucking his half-stuck-out tongue in his sleep, and offered me their sympathies about all the nursing problems he was probably giving me. Yep, they named every one.
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Date: 2008-01-20 05:20 am (UTC)I have a sort of lap-desk-on-wheels set up over my big reading chair, and it's an improvement. I think once we're past the floppy-neck stage, the lap desk will probably solve the problem. Thanks for the offer, though.
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Date: 2008-01-20 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 07:14 am (UTC)And oh man, you wanna talk agony, get back to me when you hit the end of Book Four. ;)
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Date: 2008-01-20 11:40 am (UTC)If you don't want to worry about the baby sleeping with you, then establish that boundary early, stick to it, and you won't have a problem. When the kids were a bit older, I allowed them to hop into bed with me where we giggled and tickled and generally had a good time---but bedtime was a time for their beds in their room.
I did take naps with the babies, though---but not in a bed. Always in the rocking chair, or on the couch. I always held that bedrooms were for sleeping---nothing else got done in the kids rooms. Homework was done at the dining room table, no TV or video games were allowed in the bedrooms, and no phones. THis was their space for sleeping and getting ready to face the world. I know it seems a bit harsh, but definite boundaries had to be made, and I thought that keepingone place just for sleeping was more conducive to rest than to fill that space with distractions.
Don't worry about stuff and just enjoy your baby. If it makes you feel good to havee a nap with him, then it feels good to him, too---and that's not such a bad thing. :)
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Date: 2008-01-20 03:18 pm (UTC)I loved it. Which I was totally NOT expecting.
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Date: 2008-01-21 07:07 pm (UTC)My aunt got a wonderful xmas present from her boys. It's this electronic device that holds up to 150 books. It's lightweight and convenient and you could work it with one free finger. I'm not sure of the investment, but she absolutely loves it. (I keep teasing her about letting me borrow her books when she's done because I could get away with sneaking reading when work gets slow!)
*side note*
Date: 2008-01-21 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-21 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-23 04:29 am (UTC)A Bluetooth headset is probably the way to go for the phone problem.
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Date: 2008-01-23 04:36 am (UTC)Hadn't thought of language instruction. It would have the same problem as audiobooks, but at least I wouldn't be spoiling the plot for myself.
Now my brain is proposing that languages might have plots--that the final scene of, say, Spanish is highly derivative, but Basque has a surprise ending. Poor tired brain.
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Date: 2008-01-23 10:37 pm (UTC)Also, do you have a nursing pillow?
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Date: 2008-01-26 03:29 am (UTC)the baby will get bigger, no fear
Date: 2008-01-30 01:52 am (UTC)One-handed typing, and reading of light fiction is the perfect thing to do at this point. Also, all parents will agree that the purchase of a cordless phone is inevitable and invaluable.
Eventually you will be nursing whilst cooking dinner, talking on the phone, and having sex (not hopefully simultaneously)
Anne (yer former roomie)
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Date: 2008-01-30 01:55 am (UTC)