She's doing a pretty good job of letting Mommy sleep during the night, but naptime is pretty much a hit or miss thing. I can't enter the bedroom when she's supposed to be napping, because the slightest sound wakes her. If I want to put away laundry, forget it until she wakes up.
I am so frustrated, and so tired. I take myself to my doctor for a 6-week checkup and find out my thyroid activity is practically in the basement. Ah, that explains the fatigue, and all the rest of the symptoms. Soon I begin feeling better, but Megan still won't nurse.
Our pediatrician is a long-time friend of Stan's...middle school, high school, fraternity brother, and his advice is give her a bottle. And don't feel guilty about propping it. Well, I do feel guilty, but since the baby doesn't take kindly to being held, I give her a bottle and prop it on a rolled up blanket. Works fine.
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Time passes. Steve is eight, Andrew is almost three when Megan is born. In about six months it's time to move baby out of the parental bedroom, but where? Well, since we're renting, it seems logical to look for a larger house. To buy, I hope. (Oh, I forgot to mention, the landloard wasn't really the landlord--just the property manager.) Anyway, he shows us one of his properties that's for sale, in the same general neighborhood, but it's another three bedroom. And the paint job ... oh! I hate to put it in words. Shiny enamel walls. Nile green and apricot in the living room. He can't understand why we're not interested in another three bedroom. We NEED another room.
Well, Stan doesn't have the time or interest in looking for a house, and besides *I* have to be satisfied with the house, so why don't *I* go with the real estate lady and check out what's avaiable. OK, by me.
She shows me some lovely Craftsman homes in a very nice neighborhood, but they're beyond our price range. Finally, we go out to Orange County where there are still some big empty spaces being filled up, but instead of a brand new home, I find an almost new house that I like a lot. We can take over the VA loan, and the price is right. Although the commute is a little longer in miles, it actually doesn't take but a few more minutes to get to the school.
The property is within a block of the elementary school, and another block to the middle school. Perfect. It has a large fenced back yard, with a huge maple tree. Perfect. The kitchen is a large "country" style kitchen. Perfect. Four bedrooms, two baths. Pefect. Two car garage. Pefect. Hookups in the garage for washer and dryer. Perfect.
And the Credit Union is willing to finance the down payment, and the bank thinks we're a good risk. We have a home. Oh, glory!
The boys share the largest bedroom, the parental bedroom is second largest, and the two others are about equal in size, so Megan gets the bedroom next to the boys, and Stan's room is next to our bedroom. Everything fits.
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