Comments on: Our Lady of the Slaw http://ominousrabbit.com/2004/06/our-lady-of-the-slaw/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=our-lady-of-the-slaw Online News Journal of My Very Small World Wed, 12 Oct 2011 00:29:09 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Ominous Rabbit http://ominousrabbit.com/2004/06/our-lady-of-the-slaw/comment-page-1/#comment-91 Ominous Rabbit Thu, 07 Jan 2010 01:02:55 +0000 http://randomcrapgenerator.wordpress.com/2004/06/05/our-lady-of-the-slaw/#comment-91 Thanks so much! It's totally funny to re-read these old ones; it's amazing how many of them are about my boobs! And nothing erotic in the least! Horror, despair, faulty plumbing--but not sexy. Oh, no. Not that. And if they weren't about my boobs they were about my complete lack of sleep, my struggles to get The Bun to sleep, my husband's ability to sleep which I resented and envied. Hilarious, sort of. I mean, if you want to read about 50 pages of sleep deprivation. Boo hoo! Chickens are a little less depressing. Thanks so much! It’s totally funny to re-read these old ones; it’s amazing how many of them are about my boobs! And nothing erotic in the least! Horror, despair, faulty plumbing–but not sexy. Oh, no. Not that.

And if they weren’t about my boobs they were about my complete lack of sleep, my struggles to get The Bun to sleep, my husband’s ability to sleep which I resented and envied. Hilarious, sort of. I mean, if you want to read about 50 pages of sleep deprivation. Boo hoo!

Chickens are a little less depressing.

]]> By: Carol Park http://ominousrabbit.com/2004/06/our-lady-of-the-slaw/comment-page-1/#comment-90 Carol Park Wed, 06 Jan 2010 22:09:56 +0000 http://randomcrapgenerator.wordpress.com/2004/06/05/our-lady-of-the-slaw/#comment-90 Q - I totally LoVe this one. I had the exact same experience as you. While pg I read all the books and skimmed the nursing chapters after reading something like "nursing is the most natural process and you will love .. ." blah blah. Nary a word about "engorgement". Supply and demand, my ass. Day 3 and I was also engorged, well my knockers were. Normally a D cup, I felt like wearing a cow bell around my neck .. here comes Bessie! Mooooo. I had to make an emergency visit to the hospital still wearing the giant gauzy blue fish aquarium dress (moo moo? ahh, now I get it) I wore before the bun came out. People were staring, I swear. Who cares? After you've given birth (my own personal VietNam) with shit and blood covering every surface and strangers filing in to stare at you during 'transition' you could give a wit about pride, modesty, humility. Anyway, they hooked me up to the machine you describe - yes! something out of "Brazil" - Bobby DeNiro floating above the plumbing tubes. My milk could finally flow freely, my boobs deflated to a "normal" nursing size (for a cow). And Kelsey could finally stop being hungry all the time. I have a photo of baby Kelsey homing into one of my breasts, with her mouth open wide - the breast looks like the floating breast in Woody Allen's "Everything You Ever Wanted To Know .." Seriously. I use to say "Big O?" And Kelsey knew that meant .. "Dinner!" Thanks for your entertaining hilarious story. Next up: Colic anyone? Q – I totally LoVe this one. I had the exact same experience as you. While pg I read all the books and skimmed the nursing chapters after reading something like “nursing is the most natural process and you will love .. .” blah blah. Nary a word about “engorgement”. Supply and demand, my ass. Day 3 and I was also engorged, well my knockers were. Normally a D cup, I felt like wearing a cow bell around my neck .. here comes Bessie! Mooooo. I had to make an emergency visit to the hospital still wearing the giant gauzy blue fish aquarium dress (moo moo? ahh, now I get it) I wore before the bun came out. People were staring, I swear. Who cares? After you’ve given birth (my own personal VietNam) with shit and blood covering every surface and strangers filing in to stare at you during ‘transition’ you could give a wit about pride, modesty, humility. Anyway, they hooked me up to the machine you describe – yes! something out of “Brazil” – Bobby DeNiro floating above the plumbing tubes. My milk could finally flow freely, my boobs deflated to a “normal” nursing size (for a cow). And Kelsey could finally stop being hungry all the time. I have a photo of baby Kelsey homing into one of my breasts, with her mouth open wide – the breast looks like the floating breast in Woody Allen’s “Everything You Ever Wanted To Know ..” Seriously. I use to say “Big O?” And Kelsey knew that meant .. “Dinner!”
Thanks for your entertaining hilarious story. Next up: Colic anyone?

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