Lovely morning

[ailbhe]

I went to bed about 11 last night, got to sleep about 12:30. Tadpole is lively. Then Linnea woke shortly after six. So we were all up earlier than we'd like. However, it was cooler than last week at breaskfast time, which was a relief.

About 9:30 it became obvious that Linnea was exhausted, and we went to bed in my room. In the end we got about an hour's sleep from 10-11. I feel fabulous and Linnea is transformed.

She enjoyed her weekend away. Didn't miss me a bit, which means we must be doing something right, and was pleased to see me when she got back, but not as pleased as she was to see the trike. Her sentences are clearer than they were on Friday - she's grown some more grammar. And on Friday we were having salad, and she said "I can't eat the rice."

"It's not rice, it's couscous."

"I can't eat the couscous eeether."

I thought that was impressive, but I'm not sure why. I think it was the use of "either" but I have no idea what that development represents. Anyway, she has also started answering "How are you?" with "My's fine," which is cute and useful, because a huge number of adults randomly ask toddlers the social non-question "How are you?" and I've seen Linnea and other toddlers hopelessly confused by it. I'm sure I've asked it myself, inflicting needless bewilderment on toddlers talking to me on the phone or whatever.

On Friday we did gluing and sellotaping with boxes and lollipop sticks. She's not keen on sellotape; it's more difficult to use than glue, though it does produce more instant results. She has expressed some interest in making things for the baby, or for Dave, but never follows through :)

Today I think we mainly need to assemble all the library books she took out the other week and get the bus to the library. I can't wait until I can walk again. By the end of the day, seperating my knees enough to climb the stairs hurts like bejeepers (what useful swearwords I know when I try!) and lying down doesn't help much. "Mammy take a baby out a you tummy now!" as Nea says.

Comments

[nicolap.livejournal.com]

Much sympathy. The symphysis pubis thing is HORRIBLE and so painful and depressed me more than anything because I felt so restricted by not being able to carry out normal everyday activities, particularly things for the other kids. I would love to sound really positive here, but honesty prevents me: things do not automatically recover as soon as the baby is born. I guess it depends how badly separated your pelvis has got. With my first one, recovery seemed almost instantaneous, the second took weeks, with the third, it was months before I could turn over in bed without feeling and hearing a clicking. But at least you seem to have got good advice from your midwife on what to do and not do. My midwives told me to shut up complaining, and I only realised this was a real medical condition with the third child, by which time I'd done a heck of a lot of damage.

[ailbhe]

As soon as I got the first pain, I stopped doing *everything*, and then said to my midwife that that's what I'd done, and she said fine, and to remember to wear my support belt.

I know it won't get better immediately the baby's born, but I'm hoping that I've done enough minimising that in subsequent pregnancies it won't be all that much worse. I think the worst bit is sleeping with my knees together, when for comfort-while-pregnant I'd rather sleep in about the recovery position. Oh, and not sitting on soft chairs. That sucks.

[epi-lj.livejournal.com]

I tend to ask toddlers how they are. I think mostly because I'm not sure what else to say. It's not a social non-question for me, though (with toddlers or adults). I want to know how the person is.

pubic pain

[(Anonymous)]

Just to be a little more positive, it's possible you won't get it next time. I had it only with my fourth -- the fifth, two years later, lay quite differently and I could walk right up to the end.
I hope it resolves quickly. My doctor told me not to *ever* stand on one leg, which made climbing out of a showerbath quite tricky!
Emma