We had a very busy day. This morning Iris was taken to co-op by another mama so I spent a little time cleaning and then a little time relaxing. Iris came home and took her nap so we could get going right away to my six week postpartum visit with the midwives.
It was bittersweet to see the midwives for the last time. I am soooo glad to not have to drive all the way to the birth center anymore, and glad that I am now considered back to "normal" now that I'm six weeks postpartum. I also got a pap today, which I was definitely due for, so that was good to get out of the way. But it's so sad to say goodbye to these women who have helped me through so much. To say goodbye to the midwife who caught Eloise while I delivered her in my bedroom just a short time ago. The women who supported me through the hardest, most amazing thing I have ever done. I had wanted to give them something to say thank you, but I just couldn't come up with the right gift, and didn't have the time to do any shopping or anything. I decided to donate money to the birth center as my thank you. The midwives thought that was a nice idea.
After the midwives we killed some time before meeting my friend Julie after she got off of work. We got some food at McDonald's so we didn't have to get out of the car and wake up Eloise. I was surprised that Iris ate her whole hamburger! She must have been hungry! I had also promised Iris ice cream, because I had read on the Adventures in Babywearing blog that Cold Stone Creamery was having an ice cream social to benefit the Make-a-Wish foundation. I had planned so far ahead that I wrote down the address of one close to where we were going to be this afternoon. As luck would have it, I drove all over and still couldn't find the darn place. Iris was getting po'd that she wanted ice cream and there wasn't one immediately in her hand, plus all of her complaining woke up her sister. We just stopped at a regular ol' ice cream place and had soft serve. We then went to a park to play for a while. There were some young girls playing there, as well. One of them was four and was the same height as Iris. She looked to me like she could be a bit older, but to someone who wasn't a parent, they probably looked the same age. I realized after watching how different Iris and the girl were how people might perceive Iris, as she really is tall for her age. Of course, I'm a proud mama and think Iris is totally smart and advanced, but next to a four year old, she is obviously quite young. This other little girl was trying to involve Iris in complicated pretend play, and Iris stood there with a blank look on her face, then shoved the other girl. ugh. I wanted to say, I'm sorry! She's only two! I also had forgotten my sling, which there really is no excuse for since I own so many of them. It is really hard to carry the baby in my arms and take care of Iris! I saw another mama at the playground with a beautiful pouch sling and I had to stop myself from walking over to explain why I wasn't wearing my baby in a sling ("really! I just forgot it!").
It was fun to visit with Julie and meet her new pup, Puck (as in hockey puck). I miss spending time with her. We have a plan to go see Bobby Bare Jr. right after my birthday next month, so I'm excited about that. Before long, it was time to get going. I had to stop for gas and at that point Eloise just fell apart in her car seat. I struggle with the right thing to do with a screaming child in the car seat. If I know for sure they aren't hungry or have a dirty diaper and are only pissed to be buckled in, lots of times I'll just barrel through the drive to get home as fast as I can. Tonight, when she started screaming we were quite a ways away from home and she wouldn't stop after 5 minutes of crying. So, I found a relatively safe place to pull over. I feel so vulnerable traveling with both girls, so pulling over the car at night in a parking lot gives me the heebie-jeebies. But, it had to be done. We were there for a good 20 minutes so I could calm her down and then nurse her, luckily she was calm enough to make the rest of the drive home without crying.
Now Iris is finally in bed, almost an hour late. Whenever I'm gone much of the day I feel so disjointed and anxious. I get home and feel like I have a million things to do, even things like "sit and watch tv" because I hadn't done it earlier in the day.
We'll have to lay low tomorrow to make up for today. Hooray!
Oh!!! I forgot to say that Eloise now weighs 12lbs 12oz (clothed). Just six short weeks ago she was born at 8lbs 2oz. Um, hell yeah.