Pilar av kärlek

"Lyft mig upp...här vill jag va', jag känner min hand mot din. Vänd dig om, vinka mot mig. Månen speglar sig på din kind. En gång ...du sparkar till mig igen...annars tar drömmen aldrig slut. Följ med dom...åk med dom hem igen. Gå nu medans du hittar ut.

Jag sår ett frö utav längtan som får växa inom dig. Du vattnar fröet med tankar. Snart slår blommor ut i dig.

Ring mig upp, jag vill tala med dig. Och jag törs inte le mot dig. Vänd dig om, vinka mot mig. Månen speglar sig på din kind. Ring mig upp, vi borde måla ett kryss innan pulsen bränner mig. Jag ger upp, jag tar en taxi till dig. Sedan kan vi börja om igen.

Jag sår ett frö utav längtan som får växa inom dig. Du vattnar fröet med tankar. Snart slår blommor ut i dig. Jag kastar pilar av kärlek mot din ytterdörr. Jag kastar pilar av kärlek.

Jag tror att tiden har stått still. Jag tror att tiden har stått still. Jag tror att tiden har stått still."

Natt.

Father
"It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

Son
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go."

And the glitter of your steps.

Har varit uppe på hög bergshöjd idag,det ringer och viner fortfarande i öronen av kyla,men det var fint,upplyftande och storslaget.
Vi har fikat och lekt med Jasmine som för tillfället är mycket förtjust i att slå i skåpluckor.
Är matt och trött,för tillfället tar amningen mer kraft och tid än vad jag orkar,men tar en dag i taget.
Upptäckt att Lughán nog kan vara laktos-intolerrant.Det går i släkten skulle i sådana fall förklara hans ständiga diarré och magknip.
Så imorgon börjar mjölkfritt liv för min del.

edit:Detta är så sjukt intressant och helt på pricken såsom Lughán är.Allt stämmer verkligen!Läsvärt till tusen!

"Lactose overload"

"Lactose overload can mimic lactose intolerance, and is frequently mistaken for it. An overload is commonly seen in babies consuming large amounts of breastmilk, ie in mothers with an oversupply. This may result in symptoms such as an unsettled baby with adequate to large weight gains, more than ten wet and many dirty nappies in 24 hours. Baby is usually less than three months old. Ironically, a mother may perceive that she has a low supply because her baby always seems to be hungry. The nappy count can be the biggest clue to what's happening. What comes out the bottom must have gone in the top!

There is a vicious cycle here - a large-volume, low-fat feed goes through the baby so quickly that not all the lactose is digested. (More fat would help slow it down.) The lactose reaching the lower bowel draws extra water into the bowel, and is fermented by the bacteria there producing gas and acid stools. The latter often causes a nappy rash. Gas and fluid build-up causes tummy pain and the baby 'acts hungry' (wants to suck, is unsettled, draws up his legs, screams). Sucking is the best comfort he knows, and helps move the gas along the bowel. This tends to ease the pain temporarily, and may result in the wind and stool being passed. Since the baby indicates that he wants to suck at the breast, his mother, logically, feeds him again. Sometimes it is the only way to comfort him. Unfortunately this provides another large feed on top of the other one, which hurries the system further, and results in more gas and fluid accumulation. The milk seems to almost literally 'go in one end and out the other'.

Many mothers whose babies have had this problem have found it helpful to temporarily change from an on-demand breastfeeding routine. They aim to slow the rate at which milk goes through baby, so they feed one breast per feed, or set aside say a three-hour period (adjust this according to the severity of the oversupply) and every time baby wants to feed during this period, they use the same breast. Then they use the other breast for the next three hours, etc. This way, each time baby returns to the already used breast, he gets a lower-volume, higher-fat feed that helps slow the system down. When the baby's symptoms are relieved, the mother is able to go back to a normal according-to-need breastfeeding routine.

Where the problem is severe and/or long-lasting, it might be worth trying to determine why there is an oversupply of breastmilk."

• Is the mother timing feeds and switching sides after a set number of minutes?
• Has something caused the baby to be unusually unsettled that has resulted in frequent comfort sucking and an oversupply?
• Is secondary lactose intolerance adding to the overload situation?
• Sometimes a mother is worried about having a low supply and overcompensates and overstimulates her supply.
• Perhaps the baby has been unwell, or is suffering discomfort from a difficult birth, and sought comfort in frequent feeds.//Australian breastfeeding association
  

"I know where the summer dwells
If your underarm smells
And your kitchen looks like hell
I know where the summer goes
If you're scraping a pot, and your head is hot
Put your head down, put your thumbs up girl
With the smell of hot desk
And the glitter of your step "

Ett par få ord från Unga Fröken trötter!

Dagen idag har varit fylld av skrik och tandagnissel.Från både mitt och Lugháns håll.

Fyra koppar kaffe druckna,snabbmats-ris på 2 minuter,hjärnan gjord av kola.
Lughán har haft problem med både det ena och det andra under dagen,saker jag inte lyckats lista ut vad de handlar om.Längtar till de tider man kan kommunicera med sitt söta barn utan större missförstånd.

Vädret har varit underbart.Kristallklar höstdag med färg och iskall frisk luft som sipprat in och uppfyllt ovana lungor.

Imorgon är det förträffliga Fredag och en helg som nalkas,så fint!!

Tänkte på en dikt som jag tycker mycket om som jag kom och tänka på idag.Det har molat så i bröstet,vet inte varifrån det onda mörka har kommit från.Påminner om saknad.
Ilsken,brännande påträngande saknad.Så där så att det tjocknar,tåras och blir hiskeligt svårt att andas
Vem saknas mig?

"Det växet scilla,
lysande blå
utanför ditt fönster

De lätta gardinerna
fladdrar vilsna
i vinden

Jag ville ringa
på din dörr

Men du finns inte
längre."