without my boobah!

we left the hospital before she was 24 hours old, so we couldn't get the pku test done. so, the husband and my mom took the babe back to the hospital to get it done and left me all alone. i will most definitely be taking advantage by treating myself to a gigantic nap.

the baby is so good and sweet. I'm so in love. we've discovered her fussy time is from about 10 pm to 1 am - exactly when she was a complete circus performer in my stomach. i guess i shouldn't be surprised. but she's been so good the last two nights. i fed her at 1:45 am and then not again until 5:45 am. and she slept in between. knock on wood. poo poo poo. all that jazz. i don't want to jinx her...but since she IS only 2 1/2 days old, i'm not expecting much out of her.

i'm ready to kill my mother. she means well, but has been really hard to have around. she is constantly telling me that i'm not feeding my baby enough (which i know is NOT the case) and she thinks that she sprained her thumb (which tells you exactly how helpful she's been with the baby...). here's an actual conversation from last night:

Mike (or Sarah...can't remember) "Is this Michael's last year at YU?"
Mom: "No. he had one year in israel, one at YU and he will be starting this third year."
Me: "Oh, so, yes, he can finish this year."
Mom: "What's the matter with you? You can't get a college degree in three years." (Spoken very rudely)
Me: "Oh, that's right. i forgot that it's only in Canada that you can get a 3 year BA. and you could have said that just a little bit nicer to me."
Mom: "Well, you can't at a real school like McGill." (her alma mater)

that's when i tuned everyone out. sheesh. excuse me for forgetting that in the states it's 4 years. it was 10 pm and i didn't just have a freakin' baby. you'd think she could give me a little break. but, i'm beginning to realize that she will NEVER give me a little break. ever.