a picnic

We didn't get out the door until eleven - but everybody was happy, including Tuana - Tuana is a pretty quiet baby - but she has her moments of endless hunger or gas or simply tired an unable to stay asleep because of all the noise from her siblings.   I keep nursing her through these times - which may or may not be complicating things.  But if I don't, I'll hear from my Turkish counterparts, "She's sooooo hungry" or "She's crying a lot."  

DO NOT tell a postpartum woman that her baby is sooooo hungry and she's crying a lot.

Even though I'm right there and know exactly what's going on, I can't help but feel instant panic and stress that I'm torturing the baby.  If it were my parents watching the baby it would be the opposite.  And that's not necessarily a good thing.  My mom would describe the same scenario as "oh, she was a bit fussy" or "she cried some, but then I gave her a pacifier and she settle down after a little bit."

This would probably also send me into a panic at this point in my hormonal stages.  How much did she cry?  Was she really really hungry?  How do you know?  You just plugged her up with a pacifier, my poor baby!!

So - she fusses, I change her, burp her, feed her, put her to sleep.  This is my full-time job these days anyways, and I don't mind it.

It was such a beautiful day yesterday - and we knew it would be another beautiful day today so we had planned on having a picnic lunch at the same park today.  So Zuleyha prepared everything in the morning, Babanne came with us this time, and I bought drinks, bread, and treats at the market.  I'm still trying to get the hang of this - trying to remember to take pictures when we do things.  It's not that it's hard - I always have my phone on me in case of emergency - but I also usually have my hands and brains full with what's in front of me - and so I don't think to take a photo of the moment.  If I had thought of it - I would have taken a photo of our picnic in the park today.