I am having a lot of trouble producing enough, or even a little, milk. I usually get about one ounce per breast per pumping session, and if I work a full day I pump anywhere from 2-3 times a day, and then breastfeed when I am with Laila. Laila, on the other hand, drinks 8 ounce bottles three times a day, and then about a 5 ounce bottle while she is at daycare. So, as you can see, she's mostly drinking formula when we are apart. At night now she is starting to wake up every couple of hours to eat as well, whereas before she would go for seven hours between feedings at night, no problem. I'm thinking that perhaps she just isn't getting enough milk when she breastfeeds to keep her full for very long. It's such a bummer. I would quit right here and now except that my mom got me a breast pump for my birthday earlier this month that was very expensive, and I don't want to have it go to waste. I mean, I've been using it for less than a month! So I will keep doing what I am doing, and maybe at night I will supplement my breast milk with a bottle. I think the problem is that I don't pump enough when I am away from her, but it's hard enough pumping every three hours at work with my boss, I can't imagine what she would do if I told her I have to pump every two hours - especially since I told her that I won't be staying past August because I got into grad school for the Fall. And if I did pump every two hours, it would be really hard to get my 30 hours a week that I need for my insurance because they make me clock out when I am pumping. Ugh.
Anyway. Things have been crazy lately - we are moving on Saturday! I am very excited to move though - Laila will have her own room (though she won't really use it until she is more comfortable in her crib and we transition her to her own room), we will have a backyard to play in, and we will be two blocks away from a playground! So that will be really nice, especially now that the weather is getting nice.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Saturday, April 20, 2013
36 Little Hacks That Will Make Parenting So Much Easier
This is a page of 36 ingenious ideas / tips to help make parenting just a tiny bit easier. It's amazing.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Laila's First Day
Laila is getting better and better at sleeping in her crib. The night before last she stayed in her crib for the entire night! She didn't spend the entire night in her crib last night, but she did spend most of it there. This is all very exciting!
Other news: we found an apartment. It's on the second floor of a house, two bedrooms, an eat-in kitchen, a pantry, a living room, and an attic. Plus we have a back yard! We are also within walking distance from a playground. Amazing! The only downside is that there is no laundry machine or dishwasher in the apartment... well, that, and the apartment is right next to where I work ... half an hour form Laila's daycare (which is next to where we live now), which means that on days when she goes to daycare and Enzio also has work, I will have a lot of annoying driving to do.
Anyway, onto the real bit of news - today was Laila's first day at daycare! It was ... very stressful for me. She apparently did pretty well - she took three half hour naps and drank four bottles (two 4 ounce ones, a five ounce one, and an eight ounce one). I, however, cried. A fair amount. I held myself together pretty well until I went to pump at work and found the nipples to Laila's bottles! So I had to leave work and bring them to her at daycare. When I found them I totally broke down. When I returned to work after my boss asked how things went and I started to cry again. I just had this huge knot in my stomach all day, and all I wanted to do was leave work and pick up Laila from daycare. It was a tough, miserable day. I know that eventually I will get used to it, I just wish that was now. I hate leaving her. I was kind of hoping to quit once Enzio's health insurance kicked in at his job, but we found out today that he doesn't get health insurance because his position isn't high enough - only managers and higher get insurance apparently. What a load of bullshit. Enzio is going to finish working on getting his personal training certification and then hopefully he will get a job doing that that also offers benefits.
Oh, right, I also got into NYU for grad school! :D
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Doctors Visit - 3 Months
Today Laila had her three month old doctors appointment. Sadly, I had work, as did my husband, so my mom (Laila's Nana) brought her for me. She is healthy and happy and has all of her shots. She is in the 54th percentile for height (24 inches long) and the 9th percentile for weight (11.5 pounds). I'd be a little freaked out about the low percentile on the weight if 1) the doctor hadn't said she was fine and 2) I hadn't been in the 10th percentile my entire childhood. She's just a petite little thing.
My mom asked the pediatrician about upping my milk supply and she said that the best thing to do is to drink a lot of fluids - like 7 8oz glasses... or about 56 ounces. I'm probably drinking about 35 ounces a day now, so I definitely need to step up my fluid intake! The dr also said to make sure I'm getting enough calories (as someone who has never paid any mind to calories, I'm not sure if I'm doing this or not), and that if I wanted I could get some supplements at a health food store that may or may not help. So I am going to try really hard to drink more water and consider going to a health food store for the supplements when I have some extra money to spend.
The crib sleeping thing, by the way, is not going great. She has been sleeping about 3 hours a night in the crib and then waking up. After she wakes up I just put her in the co-sleeper and after a tiny bit she goes back to sleep, but then sleeps fitfully for the rest of the night. It's painful. Especially since I've been doing baby duty all alone at night because Enzio has gone back to work and I feel bad asking him to get up. Which isn't necessarily fair to me either... but whatever. Tomorrow I don't have to be at work until 12, and at first Enzio said he was going to go to the gym but then he saw how upset I was that he wasn't going to watch Laila when she woke up so I could sleep in and so now he's not going to go to the gym. And I, of course, feel guilty. But I also really, really need to sleep. He said he would do Laila duty tonight ... sort of. If she is needing help getting to sleep he said he would take over, but as the crib is next to my side of the bed (where he refuses to sleep) that makes it kind of difficult, meaning I will be on Laila duty again unless she wakes up for real and needs to be rocked back to sleep (instead of me sitting there repeatedly putting her pacifier back into her mouth).
Wish us luck for tonight. She is probably going to wake up really soon because she last ate at about 6:30 or 7, and has been asleep since 7:30. In her crib. Meaning I have half an hour until she probably wakes up again. Ugh.
My mom asked the pediatrician about upping my milk supply and she said that the best thing to do is to drink a lot of fluids - like 7 8oz glasses... or about 56 ounces. I'm probably drinking about 35 ounces a day now, so I definitely need to step up my fluid intake! The dr also said to make sure I'm getting enough calories (as someone who has never paid any mind to calories, I'm not sure if I'm doing this or not), and that if I wanted I could get some supplements at a health food store that may or may not help. So I am going to try really hard to drink more water and consider going to a health food store for the supplements when I have some extra money to spend.
The crib sleeping thing, by the way, is not going great. She has been sleeping about 3 hours a night in the crib and then waking up. After she wakes up I just put her in the co-sleeper and after a tiny bit she goes back to sleep, but then sleeps fitfully for the rest of the night. It's painful. Especially since I've been doing baby duty all alone at night because Enzio has gone back to work and I feel bad asking him to get up. Which isn't necessarily fair to me either... but whatever. Tomorrow I don't have to be at work until 12, and at first Enzio said he was going to go to the gym but then he saw how upset I was that he wasn't going to watch Laila when she woke up so I could sleep in and so now he's not going to go to the gym. And I, of course, feel guilty. But I also really, really need to sleep. He said he would do Laila duty tonight ... sort of. If she is needing help getting to sleep he said he would take over, but as the crib is next to my side of the bed (where he refuses to sleep) that makes it kind of difficult, meaning I will be on Laila duty again unless she wakes up for real and needs to be rocked back to sleep (instead of me sitting there repeatedly putting her pacifier back into her mouth).
Wish us luck for tonight. She is probably going to wake up really soon because she last ate at about 6:30 or 7, and has been asleep since 7:30. In her crib. Meaning I have half an hour until she probably wakes up again. Ugh.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Last Night
Yesterday Enzio and I rearranged our bedroom so that Laila's crib is next to my side of the bed. It was suggested to me that I do this in an effort to get Laila to sleep in her crib instead of her co-sleeper. Well, she slept for about three hours in her crib last night, and then at about 1am she woke up. I put the pacifier back in her mouth a few times, and I got her to sleep for another hour and a half. But by 2:30 I was so tired of having to continually put the pacifier back in her mouth that I just put her back in her co-sleeper, hoping that she would go to sleep. She didn't. I had to continue the pacifier thing all night, until 6:30am when I fed her for the second time and she finally fell asleep. Sadly, this did me little to no good because I had to wake up at 7:30. Ugh. But I can't give up - she slept for three hours in the crib and I guess I should consider that a small victory.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Bottle to Boob
It seems that Laila is starting to prefer getting her milk from bottles instead of my breast. Yesterday she flat out refused my breast a few times, and today she fusses half way through her feeding. I switched her to the other side when she wouldn't latch back on, but she only lasted on the other side for a little while before she started fussing again. It's really starting to upset me. I only want to have to pump while I'm at work, but I'm starting to think that I may not have a choice. Just as I'm starting to really enjoy breastfeeding, Laila is starting to dislike it. This really sucks.
New Pump + Breastfeeding
Tomorrow is my 24th birthday, and I spent this weekend at my mom and dad's house. For my birthday, my mom got me a new breast pump, because the one I had before just wasn't doing the trick. I had the medela swing breast pump, which is a single pump (meaning I could only pump one breast at a time), and with it I was only pumping 6-8 ounces per day at work. Plus, since I had to pump one breast at a time it was taking for forever, and my breaks at work were for about 45 minutes and I was super stressed about taking so much time pumping. SO, my mother bought me the medela pump in style advanced - a double pump that I read was one of the best. It is supposed to increase your milk supply. I've used it once over the weekend when Laila refused to breastfeed (something I will get back to) and it worked wonderfully! My left breast usually only produces one ounce at a time, but I got two ounces! A good start, I do believe.
But back to Laila refusing my breast. Yesterday my mom and I went and got our hair cut (it was extremely overdue) and went to buy some things at babies r us. Laila got cranky at both the hair salon and at the store, and I tried feeding her both times but she refused. When we got back to my mom and dad's house I also tried feeding her, but again she refused. It had been like 5 hours since she had last eaten, so my husband decided to try giving her a bottle - and she took it! So upsetting! That's another thing - since I've gone back to work breastfeeding has started to grow on me. I like the bonding time after spending so much time apart during the day.
But back to Laila refusing my breast. Yesterday my mom and I went and got our hair cut (it was extremely overdue) and went to buy some things at babies r us. Laila got cranky at both the hair salon and at the store, and I tried feeding her both times but she refused. When we got back to my mom and dad's house I also tried feeding her, but again she refused. It had been like 5 hours since she had last eaten, so my husband decided to try giving her a bottle - and she took it! So upsetting! That's another thing - since I've gone back to work breastfeeding has started to grow on me. I like the bonding time after spending so much time apart during the day.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Passover
Last night my family got together and celebrated Passover - both Laila and my husband's first Passover ever. I bought this adorable white dress from baby gap for just the occasion, and I myself managed to fit into a pair of my old dress pants. While there, Laila met her Aunt Elizabeth and her daughters Rachel and Rebekah for the first time, along with Aunt Elizabeth's boyfriend Tom. There was some drunken singing, and at one point my dad played tug-of-war with my cousins' dog ... with the toy in his own mouth! So, overall, it was a lot of fun. It's actually hard to tell when my family members are drunk because they are all so weird to begin with. My Grandpa was wearing a jacket with a hoodie all evening that caused my father to refer to him as MC Narcotics (he is a psychiatrist specializing is addiction to narcotics), causing his wife to call herself my Grandpa's bitch. Yea, like I said, we're a weird group of people. But isn't that the best? Better weird than normal, cold, and boring.
Passover is one of my favorite holidays. I'm more of a secular Jew, I have my beliefs but they don't necessarily align with Judaism and I definitely don't celebrate the sabbath or go to temple (unless you count what I do at work, but that's the children's service and it's part of my job)... despite this I still love Passover and the familiarity it brings. It's sort of like Thanksgiving, but the food is different and there's the comfort of the familiar reading of the Haggadah. Plus, I like celebrating freedom, especially when the history of the Jewish people is filled with stories of slavery and genocide.
ANYWAY! There are, of course, a ton of pictures. My step-grandmother Annie took a bunch of pictures that I can't wait to see, and I took some pictures myself. Here are some of my favorites:
Passover is one of my favorite holidays. I'm more of a secular Jew, I have my beliefs but they don't necessarily align with Judaism and I definitely don't celebrate the sabbath or go to temple (unless you count what I do at work, but that's the children's service and it's part of my job)... despite this I still love Passover and the familiarity it brings. It's sort of like Thanksgiving, but the food is different and there's the comfort of the familiar reading of the Haggadah. Plus, I like celebrating freedom, especially when the history of the Jewish people is filled with stories of slavery and genocide.
ANYWAY! There are, of course, a ton of pictures. My step-grandmother Annie took a bunch of pictures that I can't wait to see, and I took some pictures myself. Here are some of my favorites:
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| Laila looking like she just realized something amazing |
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| Laila meeting her cousin Rachel |
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| Laila in Rebekah's lap while Aunt Elizabeth and Rachel look on |
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| Aunt Elizabeth holding Laila while Rachel touches her head |
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| Laila and Enzio (Dad) wearing Yarmulkes |
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| My husband holding Laila at the table, reading the Haggadah, and me |
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| Just by luck I caught his picture of Laila laughing! It was the first time I heard a recognizable giggle from her. My husband says it is not the first time she laughed, but I'm counting it as the first time anyway since it is the first time I heard it! |
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| And my father, playing tug-of-war with the dog |
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Vote Laila!
Monday, March 25, 2013
No work for the sick one
The assistant director at my school never called me back last night so I decided to just suck it up and go to work today because I don't want my boss to fire me... Well, the assistant director just called as I was waking up to go to work and asked me if I thought I was contagious. In all honesty I probably am, and I told her that, and she said not to come in. So, I don't have to kill myself trying to work today so my boss doesn't fire me because I got a free pass from the assistant director, and if my boss says anything I can just tell her I was told not to come in. Yay!
Now if only Laila would go to sleep. She has been keeping me up since her last feeding at 5:30. She hasn't been awake, just on the verge of waking up the entire time so I have to keep putting the pacifier back in her mouth, etc. I'm so tired. I'm feeding her right now, but if after she doesn't sleep I'm making my husband take care of her.
Now if only Laila would go to sleep. She has been keeping me up since her last feeding at 5:30. She hasn't been awake, just on the verge of waking up the entire time so I have to keep putting the pacifier back in her mouth, etc. I'm so tired. I'm feeding her right now, but if after she doesn't sleep I'm making my husband take care of her.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Sick
Three days back at work and I've already gotten sick. I was planning on calling out of work tomorrow because I feel so awful, but the assistant director hasn't called me back and I'm too scared to call my boss because I just know she is going to be so angry with me. So, instead, I'm just going to load up on meds (those that are safe while breastfeeding, that is) and suck it up and go in. Thankfully tomorrow is a short day - school closes at 3, and then it is closed the next day as well for Passover. I also have a dentists appointment tomorrow after work at 4 because one of my fillings fell out, but I'm not sure if they will let me come in if I am sick. I am going to call them tomorrow morning and ask if it is okay for me to still come in.
Anyway - yesterday was an exciting day. I woke up with a sore throat, but wasn't feeling that sick yet. We had a few guests over - LE, her husband Dan, and Alexsei (LE and Alexei are Enzio's friends from elementary school) and they got to meet Laila for the first time. LE was so sweet with her , while Alexsei seemed scared of hurting her so avoided picking her up. I've noticed this among a few men, it's kind of funny actually. Enzio's dad and my Grandpa are the same exact way. Anyway, it was very nice seeing them. Enzio and Alexsei went out that night with Enzio's brother in Brooklyn, and Laila and I went to my parent's house for the night. It was nice until I woke up the next morning (today) feeling like crap! I couldn't get out of bed until about noon (thankfully my mom and dad watched Laila for me) and when I got home I took a nap and have been in bed ever since.
Being sick with a baby sucks. A lot. And here's why - not only do you feel like crap, but you are also terrified of getting your baby sick. No kissing their little faces, having to avoid facing them as much as possible so you don't breathe on them when they are close to you, etc. etc. And on top of it all you can't even get a good nights sleep.
Anyway - yesterday was an exciting day. I woke up with a sore throat, but wasn't feeling that sick yet. We had a few guests over - LE, her husband Dan, and Alexsei (LE and Alexei are Enzio's friends from elementary school) and they got to meet Laila for the first time. LE was so sweet with her , while Alexsei seemed scared of hurting her so avoided picking her up. I've noticed this among a few men, it's kind of funny actually. Enzio's dad and my Grandpa are the same exact way. Anyway, it was very nice seeing them. Enzio and Alexsei went out that night with Enzio's brother in Brooklyn, and Laila and I went to my parent's house for the night. It was nice until I woke up the next morning (today) feeling like crap! I couldn't get out of bed until about noon (thankfully my mom and dad watched Laila for me) and when I got home I took a nap and have been in bed ever since.
Being sick with a baby sucks. A lot. And here's why - not only do you feel like crap, but you are also terrified of getting your baby sick. No kissing their little faces, having to avoid facing them as much as possible so you don't breathe on them when they are close to you, etc. etc. And on top of it all you can't even get a good nights sleep.
My days at work
The one good thing about pumping at work is that it has given me time to read again. My best friend Ella sent me all these books awhile back but I hadn't had a chance to read any of them. When I returned to work in Wednesday I started "Alice I Have Been" by Melanie Benjamin, a historical fiction about the person that Alice in Wonderland is based on. I am now almost finished with it! I have to force myself to put it down, it's just so good. My only concern is figuring out what to read next.
My favorite part of the day while I'm at work, however, is when my husband sends me pictures of Laila. Yesterday he sent me this adorable one:
Apparently, by the way, my new schedule of 10-6 was only for two days, and now I'm coming in whenever they need me. Friday I went in from 8:30-5:30 (I almost couldn't wake up!), and now Monday I'm working 9-3 (school closes early for Passover, and then it is closed on Tuesday), Wednesday I work 9-6, and then Thursday until the following Thursday I will be working 10-7. So not only do I not have a reliable schedule, I'm also working longer hours than what was agreed upon. I miss my daughter- I just want to be home with her! If I didn't need the health insurance I would quit right now.
My boss, by the way, tried to convince me yet again to bring Laila to our school. And once again I had to tell her it was too expensive. But it's more than that- with a 4-1 ratio in the baby room (meaning one teacher to every four babies) a lot of the time children are forced to just sit there and cry and cry, and teachers are often too busy or too frazzled to really do anything to help. I want my daughter in a warm, cozy, loving environment, and that just isn't what it is like at the school I work at ... In part because my boss and the company we work with are so set on being a school and are so cold and formal that a lot of the warmth gets thrown out the window along with accepting the title daycare (which technically our school is, but we are not supposed to think that, yet alone say it). My boss presents one world to the parents that just isn't the reality, and since I see that I don't want my daughter at the school. But when people ask I simply tell them I can't afford it.
Don't get me wrong, I love my coworkers, and they all do the best that thy an under the circumstances... And whenever they can they do provide a loving atmosphere for the kids.... It just isn't continuous, and I can't knowingly send my daughter into that. Plus I'm hoping to go to grad school in the fall full time (fingers crossed) which would mean quitting, which would mean having to find a new daycare for Laila if she went there.
My favorite part of the day while I'm at work, however, is when my husband sends me pictures of Laila. Yesterday he sent me this adorable one:
Apparently, by the way, my new schedule of 10-6 was only for two days, and now I'm coming in whenever they need me. Friday I went in from 8:30-5:30 (I almost couldn't wake up!), and now Monday I'm working 9-3 (school closes early for Passover, and then it is closed on Tuesday), Wednesday I work 9-6, and then Thursday until the following Thursday I will be working 10-7. So not only do I not have a reliable schedule, I'm also working longer hours than what was agreed upon. I miss my daughter- I just want to be home with her! If I didn't need the health insurance I would quit right now.
My boss, by the way, tried to convince me yet again to bring Laila to our school. And once again I had to tell her it was too expensive. But it's more than that- with a 4-1 ratio in the baby room (meaning one teacher to every four babies) a lot of the time children are forced to just sit there and cry and cry, and teachers are often too busy or too frazzled to really do anything to help. I want my daughter in a warm, cozy, loving environment, and that just isn't what it is like at the school I work at ... In part because my boss and the company we work with are so set on being a school and are so cold and formal that a lot of the warmth gets thrown out the window along with accepting the title daycare (which technically our school is, but we are not supposed to think that, yet alone say it). My boss presents one world to the parents that just isn't the reality, and since I see that I don't want my daughter at the school. But when people ask I simply tell them I can't afford it.
Don't get me wrong, I love my coworkers, and they all do the best that thy an under the circumstances... And whenever they can they do provide a loving atmosphere for the kids.... It just isn't continuous, and I can't knowingly send my daughter into that. Plus I'm hoping to go to grad school in the fall full time (fingers crossed) which would mean quitting, which would mean having to find a new daycare for Laila if she went there.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Daycare
I meant to talk about this but guess I forgot - we found a great little daycare for Laila. My mom will watch her two days a week, and the other three will be spent at this place. It's small - it's run in this woman's home - but it's fully licensed. It's super homey and sweet, and hopefully Laila will like it there and they will hopefully like her as well. She'll start mid-April when my husband goes back to work. Only issue is that they are only open until 6, which causes problems at work (see previous entry), but oh well. We really lucked out finding such a great place last minute - the only reason they have an opening is because one of the babies is moving to Utah. So.. yay for that!
Back to Work
My maternity leave has officially ended - I returned to work yesterday. It's going okay. To be honest, it's hard taking care of other people's children when all I really want to do is be home with my own. And it doesn't help that I'm pretty sure my boss wants to fire me. Before I went back to work I told my boss that I could work either in the morning or in the evenings, which at the time was true. But then I found this great daycare for Laila and they are only open until 6, which means that I will have to leave work at 5 so that I can pick her up in time (I currently work until 6pm). This morning when I got to work she had me come into her office and told me that she didn't think that she would be able to "make it work" but that she would "try" but I HAD told her I would be able to work evenings and now that I won't be able to work between 5 and 7 three days a week she just doesn't think she can find a place for me. Then one of my coworkers told me they saw her writing an e-mail to someone about me (all they saw was that she was writing to someone about an employee who just got back from maternity leave). Ugh. I can't help but feel like she is writing someone to see if she can let me go without any legal repercussions (which I honestly don't know the answer to).
I've also only been pumping twice while at work - and I try to pump the second time during my lunch break in the afternoon so that I am not taking more time away from the classroom than I need to... today I got back from break 15 minutes later than when my break actually ends (which should be fine since I was using the time to pump, I wasn't just fussing about doing nothing) and when I got back to my classroom my boss was there and said something snappy about how I need to tell people when I would be back to the room. But I don't know when I will be back! It can take anywhere from 25 minutes to an hour! I am trying to relax while I pump so I can get as much milk for my daughter as possible, and it's hard when all I'm thinking about is my boss being pissed off at me for taking the time (even though she would never say it directly, let's just say she's terrible at hiding her true feelings). ... and I don't want to take as much time as I could because I don't want to get her pissed off at me. But maybe I should. Maybe I should just relax and do what I need to do and if she fires me, well, at least I'll be able to stay at home with my daughter.
Talking about pumping - I can't even pump enough to feed my daughter while I'm away, so we are having to supplement with formula. I produce enough to feed her straight from the breast, but apparently it isn't coming out the same when I pump which is really disappointing. Maybe I should pump more often but I'm scared my boss would have a fit.
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I've also only been pumping twice while at work - and I try to pump the second time during my lunch break in the afternoon so that I am not taking more time away from the classroom than I need to... today I got back from break 15 minutes later than when my break actually ends (which should be fine since I was using the time to pump, I wasn't just fussing about doing nothing) and when I got back to my classroom my boss was there and said something snappy about how I need to tell people when I would be back to the room. But I don't know when I will be back! It can take anywhere from 25 minutes to an hour! I am trying to relax while I pump so I can get as much milk for my daughter as possible, and it's hard when all I'm thinking about is my boss being pissed off at me for taking the time (even though she would never say it directly, let's just say she's terrible at hiding her true feelings). ... and I don't want to take as much time as I could because I don't want to get her pissed off at me. But maybe I should. Maybe I should just relax and do what I need to do and if she fires me, well, at least I'll be able to stay at home with my daughter.
Talking about pumping - I can't even pump enough to feed my daughter while I'm away, so we are having to supplement with formula. I produce enough to feed her straight from the breast, but apparently it isn't coming out the same when I pump which is really disappointing. Maybe I should pump more often but I'm scared my boss would have a fit.
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Monday, March 18, 2013
Date!
My mom watched Laila this afternoon and my husband and I went on a little date. Nothing crazy, but nice and relaxing. We went to Panera Bread and then we went to the movies. We saw "Identity Theft" which was pretty funny. It was the first movie I've seen since before Laila was born - I saw Lincoln back in November and was SO uncomfortable sitting in the movie theater and I had to pee so bad because Laila was pressing on my bladder. Anyway - the movie was free because I had these movie tickets that I got from my bosses back in December for the holidays, so that was nice. Really, the entire thing was nice. It was weird being without Laila, but it felt a bit like old times with my husband, which was refreshing and relaxing.
Not going to lie though - I was a bit nervous about leaving Laila, but I trust my mother and the movie distracted me. Originally we were going to leave Laila with her and my dad for the night and go stay at a hotel for some quality alone time, but then Enzio got worried about leaving Laila overnight so we cancelled those plans. It was actually pretty sweet, so I wasn't upset at all. Maybe in another month or so!
On the way back we got stuck in a big snow storm and it took us a long time to get home. Thank God for our snow tires! At one point Enzio got out to help push someone else's car out of the road (it had died)... people were stuck all over the place, and there were no plows in sight (kind of ridiculous). The whole time I kept worrying about Laila and what would happen to her if we got into an accident. Super stressful. Oh, the joys of motherhood.
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