Quick Takes, The Whiney Edition

I’m so sorry for the radio silence. I have really good reasons for it. I’m going to list them in numerical form and call it Quick Takes. Clever, right?


We had house guests. My brother-in-law and his wife came for a visit with my two adorable nieces and we had a wonderful time.


Lincoln got baptized. That was the occasion for the visit, since they are Lincoln’s godparents. The whole day after he was baptized he was so quiet and slept well and was basically a little angel, so his godmother and I had high hopes that he was only Angrypants McAngryface because he was a pagan. Alas, he awoke the next day in a reign of anger and rage that has increased exponentially since then. He seems to have taken a clue from Charlotte, who (when it was explained to her that she was baptized as a baby) began screaming, “I don’t want to be baptizen!” and crying hysterically. I said, “But Charlotte, being baptized made you God’s child.” Charlotte screamed, “But I don’t want to be God’s!” and then cried for an hour.

Don’t be fooled by that innocent expression. She doesn’t want to be God’s.


I have a touch of PPD. Not too bad, not bad enough for medication, but bad enough that I feel blah and I don’t want to blog or facebook or do anything except curl up into an unshowered mess in a comfortable chair and feel sorry for myself. Unfortunately I have four kids, and Angry Baby Lincoln refuses to let me feel sorry for myself for very long.


Normally PPD involved me feeling sorry for myself for no reason whatsoever. This time I actually have a few legit reasons to feel sorry for myself, though. Lincoln seems to be a bad luck baby. Since he was born I have had a streak of bad luck to rival poor Sam’s in “Bad Day at Black Rock”. (That’s a Supernatural reference, in case anyone besides Leah reads this post.)

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First, my teeth went to hell. I have “pregnancy gingivitis” and about $3000 worth of dental work to do. I have to split it up between this year and next, since my insurance only covers $1200 a year. It’s lame, and my teeth hurt. Also, I fractured my hand on Halloween. Yay. I have an appointment on Monday with a hand specialist, who may or may not put me in a cast. And of course it’s my right hand. I’m going to beg for no cast unless it’s absolutely necessary, because how am I going to type/do dishes/braid hair/live with my right hand in a cast?


Oh yeah, and the fractured hand is also one of the reasons I haven’t been posting. My hand hurts, and it’s swollen and purple, and it seriously is not fun to type. But I love you, so I’m typing anyway. Please forgive all typos. Or take a hint from Allie Brosh and feel sorry for me.


But the #1 reason I haven’t been posting is all Melanie‘s fault. She sent me two books, which arrived after literally one of the worst days I’ve ever had, and one of them, Tigana, is the best book I’ve ever read. So good that I’m reading it again. I love it. I love Melanie. She’s the best. If anyone else wants to send me unsolicited but enormously appreciated reading material, I will love you too, and mention how much I love you on my blog. I promise.

But I probably won’t love you as much as I love Melanie, because Tigana is seriously amazing. If anyone can top that book, I will be impressed.

I’ll try to be back soon with a happier blog post, but if people keep posting “why I’m grateful” status updates for all of November on facebook I’ll probably just be back with another whiney post about why that game irritates the living hell out of me. (Hint: it’s for no good reason whatsoever. I guess I just don’t like gratitude. That is totally unrelated to the PPD, though. That game irritated me last year too. So I guess the point it, I’m grumpy even when I’m not postpartum.)

Go see Jen for happier quick takes. On orders of Black Widow.

No joke, she will kick your butt.

And Captain America and Wonder Woman.

  • Laura

    #6 LOL
    #4 Please, I do know what supernatural is, that episode was hilarious.

    • calahalexander

      So glad there are other Supernatural lovers out there.

      • http://baptizedimagination.com Joe Wetterling

        There are. Some of us even blog about it. ;)

  • http://smoochagator.wordpress.com Smoochagator

    Oh. My. Goodness. Wonder Woman is killing me, she is the cutest thing EVER.

  • http://www.thewinedarksea.com MelanieB

    I love that picture of the Ogre and Charlotte with the candle. And Sienna in her costume cracks me up. Liam and Charlotte are just the cutest things ever.

    Oh I do hope that you find something that helps poor Lincoln. Do you think it’s colic? Maybe reflux? That is so not fun.

    I am so glad you love Tigana as much as I do. Oh do I love that book.

    • calahalexander

      I don’t know. He seems to be extremely gassy, but he doesn’t spit up a lot, and doesn’t make that clicking sound when he’s eating, so I don’t think it’s reflux. It’s not colic, because he’s always fussy at different times, and sometimes he’ll be fine for a few days and then unbelievably fussy for a few. I think he swallows a lot of air because he doesn’t have a good latch, but I”m having trouble getting him to latch better. Milk and ice cream definitely upset his stomach, and possibly excessive sugar as well. That’s as far as I’ve gotten. He smiled for the first time yesterday though, which made me feel a lot better. All in all, I’m just steeling myself for a difficult infant-hood with him. Which is really okay, because the rest of ours have been pretty easy.

      • Karen

        Calah, my second was just like Lincoln–very angry, crying all the time. I finally took him to our good old-school family doctor and asked if the baby could possibly, maybe, have silent reflux? They don’t puke, but get just enough of that backwash to hurt like crazy, poor babies. He listened and said we could try Pepcid and see if it helped. Lo, we had a normal baby, one that did not scream and who slept after eating. I waited until he was four months old, because I was at first thinking it was “fourth trimester syndrome” where the baby is just angry at me for breaking his nice warm swimming pool and making him be born. That Pepcid was a lifesaver, and we called it “Normal Baby Medicine.”

        If he’s having trouble latching, maybe ask your doc to check for tongue tie. Three of my four were tongue tied. My doula said back in the old days they checked for it at every birth, then formula feeding was in vogue and they stopped, but now more doctors are aware that it can interfere with feeding. My second was also so tongue tied he couldn’t even eat from a bottle until we had it corrected!

  • http://jenniferkehoe.blogspot.com Jennifer

    Oooh I LOVE her!! I don’t WANT to be God’s!! I’ll bet God got a chuckle out of that one! Of you want a break pop her on a plane to Ireland…I’ll team her up with ‘My not like Daddy Deesis, my only like Baby Deesis’.
    I hope your cloud lifts soon

    • calahalexander

      I’m only sending her to Ireland if I can come too. Seriously, Ireland is my favorite country ever. Ever ever. Except Italy. But even then, I love Ireland a lot. I wish I were Irish.

  • http://www.tracykm.blogspot.com TracyKM

    I found I could keep mild PPD from getting worse with a good Omega 3 formulated for emotional health, iron, and B12 supplements. And low carb/high fat eating.
    Love the wonder woman picture!!

    • calahalexander

      Sigh, Tracy, I know. Low carb-high fat eating helps enormously, even when I’m not PPD. But you know when you’re depressed, all you want is sugar and bread? All the time? Or me, at least. I’m steeling myself to make the big sugar/bread detox. I’m also going to get some Omega 3 and B12, and look into progesterone shots. I definitely need to do something, but I’m just not willing to do antidepressants unless things get a lot worse. They’re so hideous. I mean, I’ve needed them in the past and been grateful for them, but at the same time…ugh. Not unless I desperately need them.

  • Bonnie

    You have been missed! Will keep you in prayer! God blesses us with one another!

  • Pnkn Moonshine

    Maybe a picnic at a hanging rock would be in order !
    I would recommend Chesterton’s Father Brown mysteries. There are books of them. And they are short stories.
    Have you tried onion rings and/or chocolate? (not together)
    BUMMER about the paw. BUMMER. Ouch and “a precious word”.
    I also bet that you will feel better once the election is over.
    Prayers !

  • Pnkn Moonshine

    A hungry traveler stops at a monastery and is taken to the kitchens.
    A brother is frying chips. ‘
    Are you the friar?’ asks the traveler.
    ‘No. I’m the chip monk,’ comes the reply.