I am enjoying my first glass of wine post-baby! Oops, actually second. I mean third. Sheesh. OK first glass of wine at my house post-baby!
But on to the real reason I'm writing. I left a note on Anna's blog wondering why the heck we moms make plans. Kids don't read the plans. Kids (babies in particular) could care less about mom's plans.
I had planned on having plenty of breast milk available to pump. I had planned on Kate taking a bottle by now. I thought I had planned everything far enough in advance. I did not plan on being wrong. I do have plenty of breast milk but my breasts are not very fond of bestowing milk upon a pump. My milk can be pumped, but only in (relatively) tiny amounts. Then my body turns off. I know Kate is getting tons. The pump is getting hardly anything.
I am now actually in pain because of the pumping frequency and don't have hardly much more milk to show for it. I've tried all kinds of techniques and timing. It's tough to practice the bottle with Kate with so little precious milk because I want to save it all for when I'm at work. So Superman tried a bottle of formula with her tonight. She remains uninterested. Tonight she wasn't as much upset as she was annoyed. No sucking of the nipple, just gnawing and chewing and spitting back out the few drops that she got. And fussing at dad because can't he see that formula is weird and where the heck is the boob already?!? What, did mom just like, die or something!?
I have a feeling it'll be a rough few days at work. Praying it won't be; there's always a chance that she'll be delighted to receive a bottle 3 or 4 times from Grandma while I'm away. Poor Kate and poor Grandma! I wish my breasts were detachable. Ha. Now I'm imagining a faux-breast device. I'm afraid to google. =)
It'll be over pretty soon though. And what is four days of turmoil compared to the rest of her happy life? It'll all work out. We just need to grit our teeth and make it through.
My friend has a four-month old and just found out she is pregnant again. How cool is that!? I can't say I would be opposed to the idea if it were to happen to me... I don't know how long I could have a yearly baby without an epidural though. That kind of pain once a year is way, WAY too often.
Also, Kate has discovered her voice. Well, she's discovered more of her voice. Tonight she discovered how to hoot like an owl. She thinks it's the coolest thing ever and goes on and on. So now I have a little baby who hoots when she gets bored or excited. Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!