it was all going so well...
Friday, June 15, 2007
My incision (which my midwife keeps referring to as my 'wound', which strikes me as rather melodramatic) has got itself infected. This is both revolting and bloody painful, but since this is not generally a shary sort of blog, I will spare you the details (in any case, and as denial is, in my opinion, a perfectly valid therapeutic strategy, I am avoiding looking at it or touching it myself).
The upshot of this is that sitting for long periods of time is quite uncomfortable, so posting, until the antibugs start to kick in, will be brief, sporadic and grumpy. Meanwhile, am spending as much time as poss flat on my back, reading Margaret Laurence (my favourite gloomy Anglo Canadian writer) between (or sometimes during) feeds while out in the real world beyond the bedroom door my mother heroically cleans, launders, and Becca-wrangles.
Maggie is as imperturbable as ever, and is hard at work extending her repertoire of facial expressions, which so far comprises: Puzzled, Baleful, Extremely Puzzled, Where's The Boobie? and Piratical Where's The Boobie?, which is more snarly.
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