New pouches

You know these new little pouches are very much like newborns (without the cuteness): They are fragile and vulnerable in their early days They will grow up to accomplish great things They are very dependent upon us to care for them They each come into the world with different personalities: Some are hungry all the time and don't seem to care what they are fed. (But we know what is good for them) Some are never hungry and we must gently make them eat. (And use trial and error to figure out what they like) Some are noisy, some are quiet. Some spit up a lot. Some keep us up at night. Some "grow" (shrink us) quickly; some slowly Just like our kids, we get no vote on what kind we get--we've just gotta get to know em, and love em and take care of em. Joy (New mom 3/1)

Wow so true! Can't wait to get my new "baby." hehe Kelley 2 days and a wake up

Good post I sure hope I don't get a colicey(sp) one. Love ya, Betty

Joy, you said it better than anyone. I guess I never thought of it that way, thanks for putting it in to perspective for us. We need to be very protective dont we? Janelle

So true! But unlike our children, we do not want them EVER to move out! I wonder if we could use them for a dependent on our taxes? Must also watch out that they don't become addicts too, to drugs, alcohol or other bad substances. AND never never overfeed them...we don't want fat little pudgy pouches!

Joy: I really like the way you think! What you wrote is beautiful, and I couldn't agree more. As far as hunger goes, though; how do you know when you are hungry? I used to be able to tell the difference between "stomache" hunger and "mouth" hunger, and could respond accordingly. But now, I don't know what I am feeling, and am going solely by what my clock says. I was given an eating schedule to follow from my doc, and I am frustrated that I don't even know what my body wants anymore! I am sleeping A LOT and am still on clear liquids. I will never, ever, ever, ever eat Jello again past Stage I!!!!!! I have been really weepy lately; any suggestions for turning my blues into sparkling brights? Rita