strummin' my pain with his fingahs

I know it’s silly, but the one anonymous comment on this post really rubbed me the wrong way. But then, anonymous comments in general just sort of bug me. If you have something to say, admit who you are. If you don’t want it published on the Internet, fine, email me privately. But either way, just own up to it, because the anonymous thing is really chicken sh*t.

But there’s also the whole “think of the baby!” aspect that I find sort of offensive. The implication seems to be that I don’t think of Cate as a factor in pretty much every single millisecond of my life. Believe me, if I thought that my daughter was in any way getting short-changed by my moodiness, I would talk to someone about it. I thought I made it pretty clear that I’m not really depressed, I’m just exhausted. Which, in turn, makes me really moody. So unless my doctor is going to come to my house to take over a 3 a.m. feeding, I don’t think there’s a whole heck of a lot she can do for me.

The only way that Cate is suffering right now is that sometimes when I’m really tired, I can’t remember the lyrics to any songs to sing to her while I’m feeding her or to settle her down when she’s upset. Which means that she has to endure another round of “Killing Me Softly,” which is for some ungodly reason the only song that I can always remember every single word. Go figure – 3000 songs on my iPod, and that’s the only one that comes to mind in the middle of the night. But Cate actually seems to like my version of Ms. Roberta Flack’s biggest hit, so I think we’re ok. (Incidentally, did you know that song is about Don McLean? How random is that?)

The point is, Mister or Miss “concerned,” whoever you are: you need not worry about the welfare of my child, because she’s just fine. And I will be too, as soon as I start getting a decent amount of sleep. End of subject.

New topic: hey look, more baby videos! Sorry, I know it’s probably getting annoying, but we’re first-time parents and we find this stuff endlessly entertaining.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everybody!

3 thoughts on “strummin' my pain with his fingahs

  1. Meh. People always think they know better what you should do (for yourself and for the baby) when you’re a new mother. Or anytime you’re a mother, actually.
    You sound like you’re doing just fine, aside from being really tired. And once Cate gets her sleeping straightened out, it’ll be smooth sailing. (sort of. as smooth as it gets, anyway)
    Meant to comment on the post below this (about baby gas) but never got around to it. When Gaby was a baby, she was really gassy. Some things that worked for us — we would lay her on her back and pump her legs up and down, because it would help work the gas out; since she wasn’t a throw-uppy type of baby, we would lay her on her belly across our knees, and burp her that way and it always seemed to get out more gas; we had to stay away from the powder formula, which was tragic because it’s so much cheaper. Only the ready-made or the kind you mixed with milk would keep the gas away.
    And we SWORE by those drops. Gripe water, too. Hope she gets through the gassiness soon — that’s the worst, because they scream and you can’t make them stop.

  2. Hey! You are doing wonderful. Nay sayers can go kiss your butt because unless they are there, in your house, living your life, well, all they are is a bunch of ya hoos who have no input. C-baby is a very sweat little girl and she has a wonderful Mommy, trust me, I’ve been there, seen that! Hoping we get a chance to visit with the girls once we move up there. Until then, here’s to hoping you are doing well and if not, give us a hollar, we can make you laugh!

  3. Hi Cindy. Congratulations for you and Cate! A lot happens in this world when we don’t keep up on folks’ blogs. I hope you spare Dave the punching. He’s a good guy, even if he is insensitive about relating his full nights of sleep to you.

    Regarding the depression thing, it won’t hurt to discuss it with someone. Of course I’m just a casual acquaintance, removed by a couple years of absence, so I hope you won’t think I’d insinuate knowing better than you do. Lots of people have some observations of the turns depression can cause. It’s not something to take lightly, by any means. Even if you figure it out on your own. Doctors generally don’t know jack, though, as you probably have figured out. Drugs suck ass.

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