Just call me BESSIE

 

Today is the first time since I began this blog I've had time or energy to write. But then today was weird enough for me to attempt to make note of the events despite my fatigue. You can't imagine how tired I am unless you've already walked a few miles in the shoes of the working mom.

Yesterday my son threw off his old rhythm. I would wake him for his midnight feed but for the last two nights, he has woken himself up an hour to two hours before that to feed. So this morning he woke himself up at five in the morning. Unpleasant, considering I wanted to sleep in. It has gotten to the point where his father and I are really struggling to keep from collapsing with exhaustion. (Thankfully Labor Day weekend is coming up and we can get some much needed rest or try to at least).

So in our tired state of mind something was bound to get missed. It did. Today I went to work w/ my little handy Avent hand pump. My husband assembled my kit for me for the past few days. Neither one of us noticed that the little white valve which actually makes the darn thing work was missing. So there I am, trying to pump my milk and my pump just isn't working. What the hell? Sure enough I look and that little piece is missing. My theory is the cats stole it.

It's really amazing how your body changes. Months ago, if I did what I did today, I would have been in a lot of pain. I literally, squeeze the milk out of my breast. I had no choice since to leave them be would only result in my being painfully engorged. Picture me bent over the little couch, squeezing my breast into a little bottle, like I was milking a cow. I've never milked a cow but I think I understand the theory behind the mechanics now.

One hurdle at a time. At least when I got home and we tried out his booster seat, he sat up in it. As tiring and exhausting this new lifestyle is, I have to say, I'm liking it. The adjusting may take some more time. Now I'm really off to bed. I can barely keep my eyes open as I am typing this.