Desmond Month 11

You gave me gallstones.  Gallstones that have been causing me pain since you were born. Gallstones previously misdiagnosed by a charlatan as "postpartum inflammation of the stomach lining." Gallstones that were removed last Friday right along with my gallbladder.

Shockingly, taking care of an infant post-surgery is difficult. You are heavy and whiny and- what's the best word for 'not still'?, oh yeah- a pain in the butt. I am sore and drugged and, well, bitchy. All doctors reassured me that everything they gave me is safe for breastfeeding, but they also mentioned that it could make you slightly groggy, which I don't think is helping either of our dispositions.

I should stop being so dramatic. I feel better today and so do you- except for your new 6am wake up habit. Every morning at 5:47 on the dot. You WILL NOT go back to sleep and you spend the time until your nap being extremely fussy because you're effing tired. Someday, in school, you will learn about logic and realize that this is stupid.

After your nap you are an absolute pleasure to be around.

I should say toddler, not infant, because you, mister, are toddling. You walk all the time! Technically, you were walking at 10 months- the first steps came about a week before April 18. We were so excited, I think they heard my squeals three streets away. You had no idea what you were doing, but enjoyed the praise.

For awhile, you would only walk between your dad and me, usually holding some large object that helped you keep balanced (a Playstation3 controller is your object of preference- starting early). Then, slowly but surely, you ventured out independently and now you walk across the whole house as if it's nothing. So fast! I told you to slow down, remember?

Everyone is coming for your birthday.  I feel like I should provide more than food and a cake, but I don't know what. Activities have never been my thing. Even as a very small child I found them to be tedious. Maybe I'll supply everyone with a book and a corner to read in. Argh. Grandma says I need a theme, like motorcycles or guitars, both obviously more your father's cup of tea. Maybe he should do the party planning.

So I reminded you about how I want you slow down, but I just read another mother's blog and her 9 month old is talking and now I want you to talk, ok?

Love,
Mom