mmmmmhrmmmm(rolls neck)

So yesterday some bitch nurse at the clinic was wasting my time trying to tell me my baby Liondrae all allergic to penicillin or some shit. I don't know what kind of made-up bullshit that is. She probably, like, said it just to come off all important.
Besides, who asked her to tell me what 'Drae allergic to anyway? I only brought him to the clinic 'cause that cut on his arm he got trying to climb the chain-link fence behind our apartment got all nasty and green and shit. They jabbed his arm up with penicillin to clear it up, but next morning, he got all swollen and looked funny, so I had to bring him back in, and that's when the nurse say he must be allergic. Now he have to be given special antibiotics twice a day, like I got time to fuck around with medicine.
And then they tried to blame me for the penicillin shit, like I should've known he'd have a bad reaction to it. Well, I ain't allergic to penicillin, so I know he didn't get that shit from me. Plus, if he was allergic to something for real he would have told me about it. He probably reacted crazy like that because they poked him up with all those needles, not 'cause of no antibiotic nobody asked them to squirt up in him in the first place.
People think they can teach me shit about 'Drae I don't know. They think I sit around all day and don't lift a finger. They go on about how he needs to be toilet-trained before he goes to kindergarten, but they don't give a shit that I know his favorite food is Gummi Bears, and that he loves Sean John. He also has this wooden spoon he calls Ugga that he bites on all the time, which I know is a little fucked-up but I let him do it 'cause it's important to let kids be kids.
I'm a good mom. I don't see anyone else watching that baby all damn day long and buying him Arby's.
'Cept for sometimes his older sister Rywanda watch him. She eight now and she needs some fucking responsibility if she's not going to go to school. I told her how the people from the school get on my ass when she don't go, but she can't stand second grade. I'm like, damn, I didn't start cutting class until fifth grade. I thought she'd at least get through elementary, but I can't make her do shit she don't want to do. She just like me. But if she ain't going to school no more, Rywanda's gotta stay home and watch 'Drae.
That boy better get over this shit soon, because ain't no way I'm going back to that clinic again. It took my ass near three hours to get there 'cause I have to transfer buses twice. Shit always happen when I take the kids on the bus, like that one time 'Drae got lost at the station and ended up on Channel 7, and that bitch Debra practically lived at my house for a week. If she want me to go back to that bullshit clinic, she can start giving me money for cab fare. I don't see her taking no three goddamn buses to get to her job.
It's not like I don't got enough other things to do beside drag my ass all the hell the way out there. Those clinic people are real assholes, making me get 'Drae shots for some rubella crap he ain't even got. Even with all that vaccination shit 'Drae keep getting sick anyway. If they had a vaccination against crazy-ass temper tantrums that come out of nowhere, then I'd be down with that.
These doctors think they can be the boss of you, like they know everything, but I know they are always trying to take money for stuff that just clear up on its own.
Like everybody say Rywanda had strep or some shit two months ago. But she's a strong-ass bitch like her mom, and she fought that shit off in three weeks. Never even saw a doctor. 'Drae strong, too. All that medicine and vaccination stuff just makes kids cry all the damn time. I ain't raising no weak-ass baby who's gotta live in a bubble. I saw a show about kids who are allergic to like sunlight or air or something, and their parents can't hug them or nothing because they'd, like, die. That ain't happening to 'Drae, 'cause I love my baby. Plus I'm not covering everything in my house with plastic bullshit.
'Drae'll turn like four or something soon, and he's got to learn to stay away from stuff that makes him allergic, especially if I get that night manager job at the BP. It's like, cats make my eyes all watery, so I stay the fuck away from them. I don't want to find out he got sick playing with a big-ass jar of penicillin 'cause he never learned it'll hurt him. But 'Drae smart. He'll figure it out eventually, just like he did the clothes dryer.

March 23 2007

Today.
He picked today.
He picked the day I had had enough.
When I was so low on sleep I thought I would die.
When so many irritants and stresses were on my back I just wanted to crawl under the covers and spend the day sobbing.
When I had lost my will to press on through the tribulation and continue to take care of business.
...





...
My son.
My son picked TODAY
TO. SMILE.

Today he is smiling.
Smiling more than a fat kid with a big ol chocolate cake all to hisself.
More than a fiend with a rock.
More than any bride on her wedding day.
Today he is smiling more than I have in the past week.

Today he looks at me and he recognizes "MOMMY!" and his face LIGHTS UP.
And he smiles.



Yes.
I'm feeling much better now.

is it just me?

i'm sorry-but this nigga lloyd looks like one of them on the down-low fruity in da booty nyuckas. Trust me. I can spot em.

Baby boy is healthy! He is now 9.05 lbs and 22 inches. His circumcision healed perfectly (o-he's gonna hate me for broadcasting that shit one day) but he has blood vessels that won't close in his belly button-so we have to use a topical steriod on that. He's two weeks old today!

I am still nauseated all the time-but I work thru it. I have this bruise that doesn't hurt-but wont go away. headaches, cramps, chills, and night sweats-not to mention exaustion and engorgement-but hey-still worth it.
Trin is practically potty trained. She hasn't had an accident in days and only wears diapers at night-and even then does not pee in them. We started when she was 18 months and here we are 11 months later-it took a while but we did it. Thank you to titi jenny for her first potty seat-so many months ago.

And I just have to share that I pumped a new personal best last night-13 ounces!!!!!! Dayum!!!!!! I know, I know-hold your applause.
lol.

queasiness

I'm in bad shape. Which puts me in an even worse mood. I am suffering from postpartum nausea. It's extremely rare. And not much is known about it-what causes it-or how to treat it. It pretty much is exclusive to breast-feeding mothers.
Most women affected by it, like me, experienced little or no "morning" sickness during the pregnancy.
I feel horrible. I'm starving-but I don't want to eat. I've tried emetrol, sea-bands, ginger......
I have a horrible headache from the dehydration-and my milk supply is suffering severely. I don't know what to do.
So if I don't return your phone calls or texts-please understand why. I'm just not up to anything right now. I'm not sleeping-cuz of the whole newborn(and active toddler) thing-and now I'm not really eating either. I'm just in a fucked up place.

quickie update

Well-I don't have time to type out the full birth story right now-but fashizzle I will have to share all the gory details at some point in the future.
My son, Verlander Thompkins III was born Wednesday, February 7, 2007 at 2:39 am. He weighed 9.2 lbs and was 21.5 inches long. I had a vaginal delivery with a walking epidural. And if they hadn't put him on my belly and let me look at him before the cord that connected us was even cut-I would be so sure that he was mixed up with another baby. Light brown hair, extremely fair skin, and greeney/bluey eyes.....he's the spitting image of his father. He is absolutely gorgeous and was worth every agonzing second of the wait.

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