Apa nu-i, muzica nu-i, chef nu-i. Not a very good day today.

Inca nu m-am dus la spital, doar am aranjat geanta “de razboi”. Mai dureaza un pic (1-2 saptamani). Intre timp, mai aflu povesti de nastere. Care nu-s horror, ci chiar ok, insa alea legate de alaptare is cu semne de intrebare. Pentru ca spitalul nu sprijina alaptarea si indoapa bebelusul cu biberoane cu lapte praf. Iar copilul nu mai vrea sa suga la san (e mai usor sa astepti picaturile de la biberon, decat sa tragi de san). Daca bebe nu suge la san, scade productia de lapte a mamei. Daca nu mai are suficient lapte, o sa-i dea chiar ea lapte praf. Uite-asa se creaza un cerc vicios.

I’d take it as a personal offense not breastfeeding. After all, I’ve been having issues with my breasts all life, due to their size. And I thought they’d at least help me in breastfeeding, if they were so big (nobody told me size didn’t matter in this issue). So – my big boobs and no breastfeeding don’t go together well in my mind. I still have womanhood issues…
My cousin says I should impose myself on nurses before birth, while I think that she herself couldn’t handle nurses… I am more shy and prone to depression, so how could I do that? So I hope that maternal instincts will make me scream louder (but not make me kick someone, which I feel sometimes) when it’s the case.

And now back to house cleaning, which doesn’t quite work by itself.

P.S. Astia de la Apa sunt niste scumpi! Au auzit ei ca am carenta de fier si s-au hotarat sa ma ajute. Asa ca apa de la robinet are o frumoase culoare rosie-neagra si un miros puternic de fier. Din nefericire pentru ajutorul lor, nu beau decat apa de la sticla (fitze, dar numai asta vrea gastrita mea). Le multumesc totusi ca m-au ajutat sa colorez chiuveta, dupa ce de-abia o spalasem ieri.