How quickly fortunes change. A few weeks back I got addicted to McDonalds soft serve cones. Feel free to have a go at me for supporting the pig fat breeding programs in the Amazon, sponsored by the timber industry and gay whales etc., but they’ve been a sanity saver. In times of trouble always find a naughty soft addiction I reckon. I’ve been rating my days by how many cones I have. Most days have been a two cone day, but I did have a really bad four cone day at some point.
Louise is now having cone days as well. And surprisingly it’s got a lot of cred attached to it, depending on your delivery. We were in Woolworths on Monday night for our first shop in a while, and as a trendy Newtown couple came past us, I said to Louise “I so need a cone later, what do you reckon”. I could actually feel the indie cred oosing out of me, and wafting all around us. I hoped the couple were listening, I think they were. Or at least I did up until the point where Louise replied “which McDonalds, Parramatta Rd?”
But bad cone days have now turned into happy cone days, and today is (so far) a happy two cone day.
We got to the hospital at around 10:45am, and threw out the day’s schedule at around 11:50am. I did cares, while Louise got ready to try a breast feed. Suffice to say, it worked. Today was Molly’s first real breast feed! The nurses have even given her a little certificate to prove it (photos coming soon, just keep watching the photos page).
Louise then headed home to catch up with her sister and her boyfriend, who were going to help her clean up a bunch of stuff lying around from her pre-birth work, you know, that infamous Thursday when Louise thought she’d be back from hospital after lunch. And as it is Wednesday, she also went to meet the cleaners. After all, I’d done it last time. I just went to find the post where I talked about Molly day #2 and the cleaners arriving just as her grandmother arrived at the hospital, but it looks like I never wrote that one up. I’ll have to do that another time. So much for the disasters you write about, and the ones you don’t.
So then I finished up by doing a bottle feed, just me and Molly, and her first one! What an exciting day, her first breast feed and her first bottle feed. We figure that’s a great start to our secret escape plan, to bust Molly outa there by next Monday!
Did I mention that my car’s rego expired a few days ago, and I obviously can’t get a pink slip until I have four wheels on the car?
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