To Whom It May Concern...

[ailbhe]

I'm sure it's character building, but Rob and I both have very strong characters, and Linnea's force of personality can leap tall buildings in a single bound, if they're fairly bendy tall buildings and the landing's soft (say, a kitten). So now you can stop.

Enduring this hasn't made me a better person. It hasn't made me and Rob closer or a stronger couple - it has made us tired and we cling to our coupleness to get us through, sometimes. Monday's breakdown didn't show me who my real friends are; it meant I had to lean heavily one someone who didn't need the hassle and, although she didn't mind, won't feel warm and fuzzy inside because I turned to her. It didn't enrich her life any. Yesterday's upset stomach just meant that I didn't eat properly yesterday or today, and overslept today, putting the whole day off-kilter.

And Giving Rob and Linnea this lurgy isn't a punchline, it's a punch. I now have to feed my baby banana flavoured antibiotics, and if there's one thing I hate, it's banana flavouring. Now I know how my friend [unnamed] feels when she is told to feed her little boy Icky Pooey Vegetables. She does it, but she doesn't have to like it, even if it is good for him.

OK, there's lots of things I hate. But banana flavouring is one of them.

But thank you for making me a perfect economic model for capitalism style breastfeeder. It's useful now that Linnea has gone off solids for her lurgy.

Love,

Me.

PS: I'm not going to do that interview. I may write a piece later, or ask someone to haul a piece together from my journal entries - heck, I may write a book about childbirth and motherhood when I've figured out what motherhood actually is - but not until I feel energetic and optimistic, rather than dogged and determined.

Man, I do a good line in determined. You know I take my vitamins and HRT every single day?

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[elisem.livejournal.com]

Juan refers to that antibiotic stuff as "banana-flavored yuck."