January 3, 2006

Happy New Year to all! We rang in the new year quietly at home. Zoe was fast asleep, as was I (until 11:58 when Zak woke me up!) We did have a delicious dinner earlier that must have filled me up too much…or I just can’t stay up too late anymore!

We had a busy medical day today. Over the weekend I started getting fairly serious pains and swelling in my lower abdomen, on the c-section cut, as well as chills and achy joints. After talking to our good friend who happens to be a doctor, as well as my doctor, I decided it would be ok not to go into the ER and just wait until today to see the doctor. I just spent a few days self-diagnosing myself. I was convinced I had the following aliments: the flu, a serious infection, a hernia, opening of my internal incision, and ovarian cancer. I went into the office this morning and it turns out my internal stitches are starting to dissolve and the cut is pulling apart, causing pain. Who would have thought? While I was in the office, I had my 6 week appointment and all is fine. I asked if sit-ups would help my new belly bump and he looked at me square in the eyes and said, “Molly, you’re not 18 anymore, you’re a mother now.”

Because Zoe was breach, she had to have an ultrasound of her hips to make sure they are working properly and weren’t damaged from being upside down all that time. That appointment was also today and she is perfect. (Of course we already knew that!) A huge relief, now she won’t need hip braces or physical therapy. (I had have images of Jenny yelling, “Run, Forrest, Run!” thinking it would be some cute boy shouting, “Run, Zoe, Run!”)

Here’s a cute story. This morning Zoe fell asleep in her bouncy chair in the bathroom. She was sound asleep and I didn’t want to bother her, so I left her in there as I went about other chores. I was in our bedroom and Zak was in the office, so we were both an earshot away. She was in there for 15 or 20 minutes. It was time to get ready for the doctor and Zak and I both went to get her. We walked into the bathroom and she is wide awake, perfectly silent, staring right at us with this totally pissed off look. We’re sure she was thinking, “How could you leave me in the bathroom all by myself, when I could have been having fun with you guys.” Zak and I both apologized to her for being neglectful parents for a few minutes.

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