She’s so funny. It’s amazing how somebody so small in age, body and mind can have such a personality. She already has a few idiosyncrasies. She hates hats…or anything covering her head. When she’s ready to eat, the girls ready to eat. Her mouth chops about 10 times a second til I make her open wide so she doesn’t further damage my poor ladies. She has full conversations with me. Really. Facial expressions and all. Her favorite words right now are: Ah-goo. Ah-boo. Owwww. Gurgle…ok that’s more of a sound. She’s been smiling since the day she was born. She is starting to giggle!!! One of her (and mine) favorite things to do right now is I hold her in my hands, and bounce her up and down 3 times, saying “HI, HI, HI!!!”. She thinks its hilarious! She prefers tummy time on my or Prestons chest versus a floor mat.
And I don’t want to brag or seem partial, but my kid is smart. Alongside the daily conversation, she’s had great head control since about 4 weeks. She can’t hold her head up fully yet of course, and it’s improving everyday, but it’s amazing how well she’s doing. Her Nana (Prestons Mom) says she can’t believe the things she can do. She says that my nephew (who is about 7-8 months older) wasn’t doing those things that early. Of course this makes me all warm inside. I just hope that I do enough for her to nurture her intelligence.
It’s hard being a working Mom. Really hard. I am thisclose to having a breakdown today. I feel very run down…mentally, physically, emotionally. I’ve been going to bed no earlier than 12 every night. I can’t complain, but she is waking up 1-2 times a night, around 3am then again around 6-6:30. I sometimes may have to be up around that time to pump, depending on my performance the day before (pumping-wise). She needs at least 3oz a feeding, 3 times a day. I wish I would produce more milk.
Pumping at work…yeah. It’s fine, and luckily I have an office that I can go into. It can get kind of cold in there though. It’s a conference room in the back of the building but at least it has a lock, frosted glass and shades to shut for privacy. Really it’s ideal. It takes me around 15-20 minutes just to pump. It’s difficult trying to fit a full pump session from start to finish into a 15 minute break. Ain’t gonna happen. I try to have my parts cleaned and ready to go, but with the hectic schedule in the morning, sometimes that isn’t possible. I even forgot my cones in the refridgerator yesterday. I went a whole 6 hours without pumping (I usually pump every 2 ½ - 3 hours). Needless to say, I got 5 ½ ounces in that session. I had to drive home to do it though. Luckily my sister who is in town for a week was able to make me a sandwich for lunch.
I am really, really trying to stick this breastfeeding out. REALLY. But this is hard, HARD work. I read an article that suggests, along with the other 50 pieces of literature that I have read, that you should BF at least 6 months and that 1 year would be ideal. Ughhhhhhhhhhh. Like I said, I am really going to try to stick through it as long as I can. I am going to ask the pediatrician at her 2 month appointment how to introduce formula into her diet. I only want to do ½ oz or 1oz a feeding for now. Just so she’ll get the taste of it and be a little more full at the feeding. She can sure suck down a bottle. I was gone Sunday night with my sister to Babies R Us and the grocery store…and Preston gave her 7 oz in 3 hours. Yeah. That would have been the reason why I needed to pump 2x that night and in the morning to get her milk. I was none too happy. I just can’t believe she ate that much in that short of a time period.
My 2nd week back to work has been OK. I don’t feel like a mental breakdown from just missing the baby, so that is good. I am going to need to work on my arrival time though, otherwise I’m waving a red flag to my new boss…HEY, I’M A DELINQUENT!!! Being on time was never one of my strong suits. And it’s not that I don’t respect other peoples time, I just can’t get going fast enough. I do NOT like getting up in the morning. I hate mornings. But I guess it’s not about me any more. I’m slowly and painfully getting used to it.
I’m exhausted now. I can’t wait to go home.