In other news, I am freaking myself out about the fact that Seb.astian doesn't make much eye contact. I think it's improving (ie, he does more and more each day), but I consulted Dr. Google on all kinds of autism-related queries, and now I'm totally insane with worry. I think that perhaps I need to (a) step away from the Internet and (b) see some sort of professional about my tendency to work myself up over medical things. In the meantime, it would be nice if my little boy would start gazing at me lovingly and with massive smiles all the time. I recall doing this with S.oren, too, but I think he started smiling shortly thereafter, and my fears were assuaged. Se.bastian has broken out a few smiles for us that seem real, but then he goes back to looking at the wall, and I start to freak out again. Gah. I know he's only one month old, but still.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Insult to injury
We had the housecleaners here today, and they poured out the breastmilk I had just pumped. (I keep the bottles/horns out for two or three pumping sessions before refrigerating the milk and washing the accessories.) When I asked where they were, the cleaner said she had poured it out because "it was only a little." A little for her, maybe! Anyway, since we are already supplementing a few ounces a day with formula, this did not send me into convulsions. If this had happened last week, I would have broken down and cried and perhaps not stopped until placed into an induced coma.