Currently Reading The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (Narnia) By C. S. Lewis see related

Yesterday I was (basically) scolded by a nurse for quitting Elisha’s thrush-med regimen so soon, and then got another hand-slap for quitting even though I’d been on antibiotics (which are notorious for encouraging yeast growth). And then I was told the med record said we were supposed to come back in 3-4 days if the thrush hadn’t improved.

I felt inordinately under attack:
— There’d been no length on the prescription, and I, dutifully, had called to get the orthodox length of time. The counsel I got was dubious: quit when he looks better. This didn’t jive with my understanding of medicine, but, hey, I’m not the medical professional here.

— Once she mentioned it, it totally made sense that dosing should have lasted longer when antibiotics were involved, but to assume that my sleep-deprived mind is going to make that connection on its own… We’ll just call that optimistic.

— As to going back in, the doctor may have thought that, and written it down, but she didn’t say so to us. Not that I would have been able to convince the nurse, but I have a hard time believing that Jay and I (both detail people) would both have completely missed that (even factoring in sleep deprivation).

*Ugh*

Anyway, we restarted the medicine yesterday and added the probiotic (wonderful stuff, that) and Elisha’s already a new baby. For one thing, he’s nursing right for nearly the first time. He’s also enjoying nursing (not crying and pulling away).

I’d been feeling awful for him (sort-of like how I felt after learning Melody’d been teething). I’ve had to wonder now if his more “touchy” (than his sisters were) temperament isn’t just his response to the discomfort in his mouth, and (the resulting) inability to find a baby’s natural comfort through sucking So sad.

He had a “huge” nap this morning (2 ½ hours, maybe?). It doesn’t seem long compared to the girls’ (in my memory) but having that time alone with Natasha and Melody is just golden. (Voyage of the Dawn Treader is one of the books-on-CD Jay’s transferred to our iPod, so that’s what we’ve been listening to today).

We made cupcakes during that time. Natasha got to measure and level the sugar. I got nearly all the rest of the ingredients in while she did that

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I had to clean some of the kitchen to make room for the cupcake operation, and ended up running two dishwasher-loads. I also took the vacuum out of the front room b/c the girls had been using it for a jungle-gym and zipper practice. I think I cleared the table as part of loading a d/w, too. It was all needful, and good to get done, but the place still really looks in-need.

After Jay got home he genuinely complimented me on doing “so much work on the house.” I looked around and felt it looked only like a layer’s difference at an archeologist’s dig, but am so thankful that he has trained himself to notice even that.

There is an excellent book I’ve read, Rocking the Roles, that (among other things) emphasizes the importance of a husband’s praise in equipping a wife to fulfill her God-given role in the home. I am infinitely grateful Jay has developed this skill. It really does make a huge difference in my world. And so does his willingness to walk into this room (where I’m nursing the baby) and ask, “What should I do to finish dinner?” Then doing it, and cleaning-up afterwards.

I am very thankful for this man.