zen_bliss
05-09-2003, 01:17 AM
like it's any of your &@!$%^ business! i'd thought of what my 'shut em down' reply on this was going to be, (polite smile and "what an inappropriate question." smile.) but i was still shocked today when i went out to get the mail, and everyone in my building (who i really do like -- most of them are related to each other and have lived here forever) swarmed us, and they EACH asked me "are you breast or bottle feeding?"! WTF?? i like them and they are friends, and they are supportive of BFing but it was just weird! if a total stranger asks me, i am going to go into excruciating detail about my right nipple and see how that goes over. the funny part is that the little 5 year old boy who loves visiting my dogs asked me how long my labor was. his grandma almost fell over and said 'the stork brought her!'
while i am at it, our first outing was an adventure. went to the ped for 1 wk jaundice check up. my ped said come in monday. well, when i finally get through the stupid phone system, the receptionist says she;s on vacation for several days. great! and gives me directions. well, she neglects to tell me that on this particular street, there are 2 of each address -- there is a 100 n. robertson for los angeles, and since beverly hills is the center of the universe, it has to have its own 100 n. robertson another half mile south. i am not making this up. i drive around and around looking and am almost in tears because when i call the ped's office for help, i have to wade trhough the BS voicemail menus again. through all of this including the ordeal below, i must say DD was a trooper, not a peep. so i get there late, and there is a room full of coughing sick kids. eeeek!! when i finally get in to see the substitute ped (a true bev hills doc -- blinding white teeth, george hamilton tan, casey kasem coiffure) gives me the lecture about no strangers for 2 mos b/c a fever will put her in the hosptial, he's appalled that nobody at the front desk told me they have a special 'safe' room for newborns to avoid the sick kids. #^#$%^#@#^
then, same day, I had to go to the OB to check on stitches because i hurt myself trying to jump out of bed around the cosleeper (which is retired until i fully heal), so on the way back to the car, I stopped in the little boutique that had the $25 san diego hat co bag i posted about a few weeks ago. i figure buying this bag will take tops 3 minutes. ha. the 3 ladies in the shop want to fuss and coo, which is fine. after swatting prying hands away (oh, and by the way, all the women who work in my OBs office were sticking their fingers at her, and they of all the farging people should know better. and my OB, for the 5th time, says 'we'll see how long you last with cloth diapering.' thanks for the support!) ok, so the first 60-somehting lady says, whoa did you just have that baby an hour ago? then throughout my ordeal in this little frigging shop, floats by and finds 6 different ways to say, rainman-like, how she can't believe that i would take one so young out into the car exhaust filled world. yeah, lady, i wasn't doing it for show, i thought my damn poonanny ripped in half, wanna see the blood? second lady puts her face close to mine and says conspiratorially, 'how was it? did it hurt? i don't know how you do it." she officially freaks me out when she seems disappointed that i didn't say it was horrible. the third person, who took my credit card under the guise of making it easy for me to get out of there, is now doing a hard sell on two browsers who are slinking out the door, instead of ringing me up. my skin is starting to crawl. then ms. 'give me gory details about how awful birth is cause i'm never going to do it' tells me about their baby shoe store just down the street. so, dumbass me, walks right into this one. i ask if they have non-leather shoes. then this crunt starts going on about 'don't feel bad, they don't kill the cows for it'. well, i've made my ethical choices years ago and i am absolutely certain i am far more educated on the topic than you, is what i am thinking, but i go with the ol' "don't try to teach a pig to sing, it frustrates you and annoys the pig" response and say "hmm, well that's not actually accurate nor the point, and i'm still not interested in the leather" and she starts going on about how baby's feet will be wrecked, how leather doesn't make your feet sweat... hello, do you WEAR shoes? in LA, everything makes your feet sweat. and, how dare you try to do a scare tactic -- hello, what do any of you know about kids other than there are moms with generous lines of credit on their Visas running around? aaaaaaaaguuuuuughh. good lordy lordy. i nearly lose a shoe sprinting back to my car. where i am assailed by the window cleaner guy in the parking lot, who i would usually happily give $2 to, but i just want to bust some arse out of there. he tells me he's letting me off because of the baby, then stands and wants to chat and blocks me from pulling out. aaaaauuuuugh!
i feel better when i can view these things as absurdist smorgasbord. thanks for letting me rant. i have another one about the whole delivery thing, but it's still a bit raw, and it's kind of serious. i'm still processing... stay tuned...
while i am at it, our first outing was an adventure. went to the ped for 1 wk jaundice check up. my ped said come in monday. well, when i finally get through the stupid phone system, the receptionist says she;s on vacation for several days. great! and gives me directions. well, she neglects to tell me that on this particular street, there are 2 of each address -- there is a 100 n. robertson for los angeles, and since beverly hills is the center of the universe, it has to have its own 100 n. robertson another half mile south. i am not making this up. i drive around and around looking and am almost in tears because when i call the ped's office for help, i have to wade trhough the BS voicemail menus again. through all of this including the ordeal below, i must say DD was a trooper, not a peep. so i get there late, and there is a room full of coughing sick kids. eeeek!! when i finally get in to see the substitute ped (a true bev hills doc -- blinding white teeth, george hamilton tan, casey kasem coiffure) gives me the lecture about no strangers for 2 mos b/c a fever will put her in the hosptial, he's appalled that nobody at the front desk told me they have a special 'safe' room for newborns to avoid the sick kids. #^#$%^#@#^
then, same day, I had to go to the OB to check on stitches because i hurt myself trying to jump out of bed around the cosleeper (which is retired until i fully heal), so on the way back to the car, I stopped in the little boutique that had the $25 san diego hat co bag i posted about a few weeks ago. i figure buying this bag will take tops 3 minutes. ha. the 3 ladies in the shop want to fuss and coo, which is fine. after swatting prying hands away (oh, and by the way, all the women who work in my OBs office were sticking their fingers at her, and they of all the farging people should know better. and my OB, for the 5th time, says 'we'll see how long you last with cloth diapering.' thanks for the support!) ok, so the first 60-somehting lady says, whoa did you just have that baby an hour ago? then throughout my ordeal in this little frigging shop, floats by and finds 6 different ways to say, rainman-like, how she can't believe that i would take one so young out into the car exhaust filled world. yeah, lady, i wasn't doing it for show, i thought my damn poonanny ripped in half, wanna see the blood? second lady puts her face close to mine and says conspiratorially, 'how was it? did it hurt? i don't know how you do it." she officially freaks me out when she seems disappointed that i didn't say it was horrible. the third person, who took my credit card under the guise of making it easy for me to get out of there, is now doing a hard sell on two browsers who are slinking out the door, instead of ringing me up. my skin is starting to crawl. then ms. 'give me gory details about how awful birth is cause i'm never going to do it' tells me about their baby shoe store just down the street. so, dumbass me, walks right into this one. i ask if they have non-leather shoes. then this crunt starts going on about 'don't feel bad, they don't kill the cows for it'. well, i've made my ethical choices years ago and i am absolutely certain i am far more educated on the topic than you, is what i am thinking, but i go with the ol' "don't try to teach a pig to sing, it frustrates you and annoys the pig" response and say "hmm, well that's not actually accurate nor the point, and i'm still not interested in the leather" and she starts going on about how baby's feet will be wrecked, how leather doesn't make your feet sweat... hello, do you WEAR shoes? in LA, everything makes your feet sweat. and, how dare you try to do a scare tactic -- hello, what do any of you know about kids other than there are moms with generous lines of credit on their Visas running around? aaaaaaaaguuuuuughh. good lordy lordy. i nearly lose a shoe sprinting back to my car. where i am assailed by the window cleaner guy in the parking lot, who i would usually happily give $2 to, but i just want to bust some arse out of there. he tells me he's letting me off because of the baby, then stands and wants to chat and blocks me from pulling out. aaaaauuuuugh!
i feel better when i can view these things as absurdist smorgasbord. thanks for letting me rant. i have another one about the whole delivery thing, but it's still a bit raw, and it's kind of serious. i'm still processing... stay tuned...