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Wednesday, June 01, 2011

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6-7-8, then there's 9! Counting's really great!

My first night in the hospital after Aspen was born turned out to be a defining night for me, but not for the obvious reasons you may assume. The nurse came in to help me set up the breast pump (Aspen was in the NICU) and left me on my own to pump.

To pass the time, I would count to 60 and see how close I was to being in sync with the clock. I got more and more accurate with each passing minute that I was hooked up to my torture device. Since it was the middle of the night and Kev was sleeping on the most-uncomfortable-pullout-bed-ever I didn't want to turn on the TV while I pumped. And since I was using both hands to hold everything together, I couldn't read or be online.

To this day, I still count like a crazy person whenever I'm "stuck" doing something that takes up both hands. For example, when I'm rocking Aspen before naps/bed. I sway back and forth with her and count. Sometimes I find myself counting for half an hour as I try to soothe her and get her to sleep.

It's both annoying and helpful. Mostly annoying though because it makes me even more aware of how much time it can take to get Aspen ready to lay in her crib for bed. At least I don't count out loud, so I'm not passing this weird trait on to Aspen.

Of all the ways I thought I'd be affected as a new parent, I never considered this as a possibility.


  1. And here I thought I was the only crazy person. I count all the time. Bricks, ceiling tiles, whatever. I also spell out words or sentences- one letter per brick- to see how close I can get to ending the phrase at the end of the row. It's ridiculous, and I realize that, but I do it anyway.

  2. That's funny. I spell out words.

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