thump thump thump

Jan 21

I know it's crass, but I just have to share that as I type this, I am well aware of my neighbours having sex. We are in a duplex and our bedrooms share a wall. Their headboard is against the wall we share. Yup. Busy little beavers over there. (!!) We have been having "noise issues" with them as of late, but I don't think I will ever tell them that this is yet another noise that we are trying to stomach hearing. They have two little kids (grade 2 & 4) who are super loud all the time. Well, the whole family is. They are just one of those really loud families. No one talks. They all shout. (Funny, as I typed that, the banging got louder... perhaps they're almost done? One can only hope.) The kids, however, are always waking Isaac up as his bedroom shares the common wall. I finally broke down last week and called the mother and tenderly tried to voice how loud it was ( I was scared crapless to make the call). She agreed and told me to call any time. Phew! I mean, Dan and I are considering moving for this sole reason! So, tonight (long before the headboard banging commenced), there was so much banging and thumping. Dan and I both agreed it was beyond "normal movement" so I called up. I'm not good at calling up to voice these things. I feel like the biggest hag in the world. But it's eating me alive with frustration if I don't. So, the mom gets on the phone and informs me "No, Jodi. We're all just watching movies over here. Can't be us. Must be truck vibrations you hear." Seriously? I appreciate the diversion, but no, trucks don't thump. But I'm not going to argue with her over it. We're sharing a roof for crying out loud. Humble apologies on my end, and I hang up feeling like a total ass. Yet the banging continued. They are a heavy-footed people over there. I can't wait until I'm in charge of the noises in and around my own walls. How trivial, I know. But when Isaac's awakened out of a sleep by banging, and I just took 1 hour to settle him down from the last bout... well, you can see how it's wearing. (By the way, the neighbours headboard has been silenced. Hope it was as good for them as it was for all of us.)

Speaking of Isaac, I found out at the health nurse/4 month immunization appointment yesterday that he is regressing in his weight!! I feel just awful. He started out in the 75 percentile at birth, fell to the 50th at 2 months, and is now below the 10th. Between his 3 month appointment and his 4 month one, he hasn't gained an ounce. In fact he's lost a few. I am at such a loss! Am I starving him? He seems to nurse really well since his medicine kicked in. He doesn't seem to be crying out to be fed more than I am already doing. The health nurse is "really worried." Great. The one thing I'm hanging on to that I am doing well these days and am on top of my game is just shot to hell. Of course, I'm continuing on and watching for signs of him starving and needing more food. I have a doctor's appointment Monday morning and a breastfeeding doctor appointment on Wednesday. Poor little man. I'm so afraid he'll be labeled "failure to thrive" and be placed in the hospital (obviously a worse-case exaggeration that I'm letting my mind wander to). At the very least, I worry that I'm not able to produce enough milk and I'll have to supplement. I didn't have any problems like that with Natty! I know it's not the end of the world, but I want to be solely responsible for his food intake. Funny how I can be so greedy when he's so needy. Such an endearing motherly trait. Needless to say, I am looking very forward to the doctor appointments. I'll keep you updated.

Dan's out at the folk club concert tonight, leaving me to my own puttering. It's pretty relaxing. I was resenting it at first (him having such a fun time and me at home with the boys), but I've done some good internet surfing, and made up my Stampin' Up order (Paige's and my gifts to eachother for belated Christmas). Not bad for feeling so jilted. Not bad at all. But I should retire as Isaac will be up whining soon for his soother. I'm trying to start to let him cry it out a bit in the middle of the night. He's getting old enough, but it still makes me feel like my head is going to explode for listening to the crying and makes me doubt every mothering decision I've ever made. I go back and forth in my reasoning at a hundred reasons a second and in the end, I'm still not sure if what I did was the correct thing. Especially now with the new "starvation" dynamic that's been added. Boy, I wish there was a manual. We'll all pull through, I'm quite sure. Now, off to bed. Good night.