Oh, TC, I'm so sorry about the owies. I'm sure you're doing everything you can, so I won't offer any unhelpful advice.
just another quick update: the MIL is gone, gone gone! Toward the end she started saying things like "IF I ever visit again..." (instead of "when") and being generally negative about everything good in our lives. It was really hard for me and I almost, almost lost it on her at the restaurant the night before she left. She said some really nasty things to sweets also, so we're all just breathing a sigh of relief.
That is, until this afternoon, when my mom arrives. Yep, my mom actually moved here from Alaska, after a lot of talk. So my mom is going to be down the road and hopefully she's going to learn to be a helpful mom and loving grandma, although I have a feeling it's going to be a rough transition. I am keeping my fingers crossed.
The lentil is doing very well with big-brotherhood. He is finally learning to be gentle around the baby, and he frequently washes hands without even getting prompted just so he can hold the baby for a minute. The jealousy thing hasn't really been bad- mostly he just wants to get attention at the same time as the baby, but he's pretty good about delayed gratification so the peanut can finish nursing. He has been very clingy about the boobs, even though he hasn't nursed in a year and a half and doesn't even remember what it was like to nurse. He likes to touch and hold my chest whenever he can, and I try to put up with it to a certain degree.
The peanut is now 8 weeks! how did that happen? I'm starting to gear up again with the dissertation, although I don't feel really ready to actually put the baby in any sort of formal daycare so I can get some significant work done. We'll see how that pans out in the next few months. It would be nice if we could work some sort of plan that allows me to work without paying for daycare. money is getting tight with two niblets around, you know? Anyway, the peanut is smiling and makes this weird gasping sound that makes me think he's trying to laugh. He loves to swing in his swing and doesn't mind being held by anyone other than me. Such a relief. I'm realizing what a high-needs baby the lentil was in comparison.
But I have to go nurse, then shop for groceries, then meet my mom with some lunch. wish us luck!