Plugged ducts suck.
That is all.
I have to say that Henry being in daycare is way harder than I thought it was going to be, and not just for the emotional aspect (although that’s a big one).
I never knew that having a child in daycare meant that I spend an hour or more every evening getting everything ready for the next day. It means shifting my whole schedule around so that I can be more efficient in the mornings with my time and be able to get me, the baby and the dog out the door with a little time to spare so none of us are late.
When I get Henry home now, I get to play with him for about 45 minutes to an hour before he starts to get cranky and really tired.
Here’s what my evening schedule looks like (because I know that you’re all so interested in this…)
5:30 – arrive home with baby
6:30 – 7:30 Bath, bedtime routine, nursing
7:30 Henry’s bedtime – although lately he’s been going down closer to 7:00
7:30 – 8:30 Wash and dry bottles, pump parts, nipples. When feeling up to it I sterilize everything too. While washing I also multitask and help J with making dinner.
8:30 – 9:00 eat dinner
9:00 – 9:30 Clean up from dinner, pack my lunch for tomorrow, get Henry’s bottles ready for daycare. Pack up my pump and pumping bottles.
9:30 – 9:50 Shower – I no longer have time to do this in the morning
9:50 – 10:30 my bedtime routine of moisturizing, brushing my teeth, flossing (yes, I actually floss) and sitting in bed watching tv for 5 minutes before I pass out.
This doesn’t leave much room for…well…anything else. And I’m starting to get burned out on all of this, and I’ve only been doing it for 2 weeks. I hate that we eat dinner so late. I hate that I never get anytime to sit and relax during the evening, because I know that there’s still a shit ton to do. I hate that my only time to sit and relax with J is the 30 minutes that we’re scarfing down dinner.
And I can’t do any of these things in the morning because then I’m running around like a crazier person and I forget half the things I need to bring with me.
This is hard, really really hard. I had a friend last night tell me that at one point she lost it and just started bawling one night when she was washing bottles and pump parts because it was so late and she just couldn’t take the stress of it anymore. I can TOTALLY see how that could happen, and I expect that to me in about another week and a half, tops.
And it’s about to get even harder. Henry’s going to be starting solids probably within the week. So, I’m going to have to figure out where to get extra time to have him start playing with food (we’re going to be doing the Baby Led Weaning – which despite all of this scheduling nightmare I’m actually excited about).
I think the only available option is to have one of us cook dinner while the other plays with Henry, and to find a way to push Henry’s bedtime back by 30 minutes (any suggestions on how to do that one?). We also need to start making quick and easy meals instead of the ones that take an hour to make and then 45 minutes to cook.
It would be glorious if I could get our schedule to look like this:
5:15 – arrive home with baby
5:15 -6:00 cook dinner
6:00 – 6:45 eat
6:45 – 7:30 Henry’s bedtime routine and bedtime
7:30 – 8:30 clean up from dinner and wash and pack for tomorrow
8:30 – 9:30 RELAX
10:30 My Bedtime!
now if only I could figure out HOW to make that a reality….
Looks like my pumping drama continues. Henry is now going through his six month growth spurt. I never noticed his 3 month growth spurt, probably because I was breastfeeding on demand. But since he’s been in daycare, they tell me everyday how much he eats, plus all those empty bottles that I have to wash are proof of how much he eats.
Last week at daycare I left 4 (5 oz) bottles for him to eat everyday. My thinking was, that if he eats every 3 hours or so that he’ll only need 3 bottles, and I’d bring one more just in case. On Friday, he ate his “just in case” bottle and he did it again Monday, and was about to be fed it when I got there yesterday. Which means that everything that I pump, he now eats. Ideally I’d like to have a cushion, and I’d even more like to continue to grow my freezer stash.
It worries me that I might not pump enough for him to eat, so to try and rectify that, I’m upping my pumping routine for the remainder of this week to try and catch up to Henry’s demand.
Last week I pumped after Henry ate at 6:00 am. And, then at work at 9:00, 12:00 and 3:00. I averaged about 4 ounces per session, which isn’t too shabby. Since I need to up that here’s what my pumping schedule looks like now:
- 5:50 – pump 5 minutes on each boob
- 6:00 – breastfeed Henry
- 6:20-6:40 – pump ten minutes on each boob. This let me have a total of 4.5 ounces this morning, I could have kept going, ’cause I wasn’t empty yet, but I ran out of time.
- 8:30 – pump until empty (30 minutes today and got 6.75 ounces).
- 11:00 – pump until empty (25 minutes today and got 5 ounces).
- 1:30 – pump until empty (20 minutes – 3.5 ounces)
- 4:00 – pump until empty (25 minutes – 3.5 ounces)
- 6:30 – breastfeed Henry
Hopefully this will help bump up my supply and give me a little breathing room, and more milk in my freezer.
I’m in a bit of a shitty situation. Let me give you some back story first.
When I brought Henry to work with me, I used to nurse him in my office, which I share with my mother-in-law. But, when he started to get really distracted easily, I went and took him down to an empty office to nurse him. It was quiet, and I could turn the lights off and it really helped with getting him to eat.
When Henry went into daycare, I used the same empty office to pump all last week. So today at 9:00, with my pump, ipad and water in hand I walked down to the empty office, and low and behold, there was a person in there using the space as their office! And NO ONE TOLD ME!
Now here’s where the shitty part comes into play. I share an office, so while I felt completely comfortable nursing Henry in there, I don’t feel comfortable pumping in front of others. There’s just something different about it. Especially when the person you share an office with goes in and out all the time, and I sit right next to the door. I just feel exposed, and because I’m uncomfortable, I don’t produce much milk.
So, when I complained to my brother-in-law about the situation, he told me that I had a few options. 1) I can get over it and pump in my office. 2) I can use the storage room. or 3) I can drive 5 minutes down the road to their other company and pump in their filing/storage room.
I have to say that I’m hurt and ticked off by how I’m being treated with the whole pumping situation. Granted, I’m the only one in the office to ever put them in a position like this, and they aren’t likely to be in this position again for quite some time, if ever. But, still! A little compassion would be nice.
So, out of my options, I chose option 3. So, now I drive over to their other company 3 times a day to pump (the people over there let me use their conference room, so guess that’s the upside).
sigh….I really need to find another job and soon.
So, I asked my bosses/ in-laws if I could change my work hours to be from 7:30 to 4:30 instead of 8:00 to 5:00, so I could be with Henry a little more in the evenings before he has to go to bed. They agreed, which is awesome! And, today I actually got to work on time! The downside is that I forgot to bring with me half the things I need for the day, because I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off this morning trying to get out the door by 6:50.
- I remembered to bring my bagel for breakfast, but I forgot the bring the peanut butter that goes on it. I’m now still hungry and my dog is looking at me like I betrayed her because there is no knife to lick today.
- I remembered to bring my pump and two bottles to pump into, but I forgot the third bottle, which means that I get to pump into a bottle and then pour the milk into my thoroughly scrubbed travel coffee mug to hold it all day.
- I remembered to bring my purse, but forgot to put my cell phone and ipad in it.
A little while ago J and I took Henry to have some portraits made for Hanukkah and Christmas gifts for our parents. All we have right now are the 5 sample ones that went straight to out email. We still do not have access to the rest of them because Sears Portrait Studio uploaded pictures of another family on our account. I’ll post those as soon as it’s fixed. But in the meantime, here are the 5 we do have access to.
Isn’t he precious!?!?!?!