Thursday, October 6, 2005

Bilbo Baggins in My Bed.

Spirits remain high here, though I'm not healing as quickly or as well as hoped.

The infection hasn't cleared, I'm back to see the midwives shortly. Am guessing they'll do a culture and give me new more potent antibiotics.

My Beloved Mister says I've been remarkably happy and handling it well, though he's got the roughest shift w/ me when at night I spike a little fever, hallucinate some weird shit for a few minutes and then cry for another few minutes.

The wonderful biological imperative of new parenthood prevails and snaps me out every damn time and though I'm not sleeping much, my son thrives. He's remarkable, though not the Hobbit as I thought he was (no lie!) for a few minutes the other night.

1 comment:

  1. You and your precious....

    Sending good healing thoughts your way.

    I love you Truckloads.