Is This Discrimination?

My father-in-law/boss came to talk to me today at work. He started off by telling me that business is struggling right now, that they’re keeping their head above water, but barely, and that they need everyone to pull their weight. None of that was news to me.
He feels that since they’re paying me for 40 hours a week (I’m salary), but that I’m only working 30 (his estimation) and he wants me to start making up the difference on the weekend.
He wants me to start coming in on Saturdays to make up for the hour a day (actual time) that I pump at work.

Is this discrimination? Because, I really feel like it is….

I do my job. I get everything done in the day that I’m supposed to, and then some. But, now they want me to make up for the fact that I’m pumping 3 times a day (although one of them is on my lunch break – so I feel like I don’t need to make that up – honestly I don’t feel like I need to make up any of it).

I don’t want to work on the weekend. It’s the only time that I get to see Henry for any real amount of time. I’m pissed off and hurt and really don’t know what to do. I’m still looking for another job, but haven’t found anything yet. Suggestions on how to handle this are welcomed.

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Weekly Weigh-In Wednesday (A Day Late)

Starting Weight: 165.2
Last Weeks Weight: 160.4
Today’s Weight: 158.6
Total Lost So Far: 6.6
Goal Weight: 125 (only 33 more lbs to go!)

Even though I lost 1.8 lbs this week, I don’t think it was that great of a week for me. I didn’t hit any of my weekly goals. I didn’t track what I ate or drank all weekend, and I only went to Zumba once, which happened to be yesterday. And that was the only time that I worked out all week. I’m ecstatic that I lost almost 2 lbs, but I need to do better about tracking. I think that the only thing that helped me to lose weight this week was breastfeeding.

With that in mind, here are my goals for this week:

-Track every single day. Especially on the weekend.
-Work out 4 to 5 times a week, doing Zumba twice a week.
-I would really like to try and get outside more. I enjoy being outside, but with it being winter and it being dark outside when I go to work and when I come home, it’s kinda hard. I’m gonna have to get outside more on the weekend for sure.

On the bright side, I am noticing that I’m losing weight. I’m starting to get my waist back and my clothes are fitting much better! Yay!

Trust Your Gut

I took Henry to the doctor today. While I was home with him, he had another screaming fit like yesterday’s, and nothing would calm him down. When I was packing him up to take to the doctor, he was all smiles and happily babbling, and for a moment I thought I was making it all up in my head, and blowing things out of proportion. But, I took him anyway.

When I got there, Henry was still all smiles, and other people and even the nurses, were commenting what a happy baby he was for being sick. And, again, I felt like I was making a mistake for taking him to the doctor. I felt guilty, like I was wasting their time, and being “one of those moms” who all medical professionals hate.

Our appointment was at 2. I was in the waiting room until 2:20, and then taken to an exam room where I waited until 2:50 until we were seen. And for that almost hour I was second guessing myself the whole time. And, I think I waited so long because everyone, including me, had our doubts that Henry was sick.

Finally, the Nurse Practitioner arrived. She listened to Henry’s lungs, and Henry was playing with the stethoscope the whole time. The NP said she heard wheezing in his lungs, and then she peeked in both ears, and said that he has a double ear infection. I was shocked.

Henry was tested for RSV, which was thankfully negative. And, then given a nebulizer treatment for the wheezing.

My brave boy!

He’s on an antibiotic for the ear infections, and also has ear drops for the pain. He also has an inhaler which has an apparatus for him to be able to use the inhaler.

My poor baby! I have to say that I’m so happy that I followed my gut and had him seen. Trust your instincts. Even if your baby is smiling an happy, he could still be really sick. Case in point:

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Would you ever think that he was sick and doesn’t feel good? Well, that picture was taken an hour after we got home from the doctor.

My Baby’s Sick

Dear Henry,

You’re sick with a fever right now. You’ve had a small cold for what seems like forever, and today it all of a sudden got worse. We were hanging out at your Aunt Bethany’s and Uncle Evan’s house. You were a smiley happy baby for the first half of the visit, but after your afternoon nap you were cranky and upset. Then, you started crying and then the crying escalated into screaming. And you screamed, and screamed and screamed. It broke my heart to hear you scream like that. It always does.

We originally thought that you were having some horrible gas pains, and your dad ran out to buy baby gas drops. But later, when we checked your temp (via your bum) we discovered that you had a fever. I should probably mention that you were still screaming through all of this (your aunt believes this is because I didn’t lube up the thermometer with Vaseline first).

When we realized that you were actually sick, we loaded you up and all of our (your) stuff and drove the hour and a half home. I got you changed into pjs and set you up to start nursing, but you refused and decided to just go to sleep instead. Since then, I’ve been staring at the baby monitor a little too much, and have gone into your room a few too many times (and I’ll probably go in a few too many more), to check on you. I even asked your dad if we could move you to our room so that we could make sure you were ok all night, but I finally did realize that I should leave you alone to sleep while you’re actually sleeping.

I hate that you’re sick. I would love nothing more than to make you better. It’s a sad day when I don’t get to see your smile and hear your adorable laugh. I will do whatever I can to get my happy baby back. I’m staying home from work to be with you tomorrow and nurse you back to health. Feel better my sweet boy. I’m here if you need me.

Love,

Mom

(Unrelated, for all those that tried to view the video of Henry laughing, I’ve fixed the settings, so you all can see it now. I am not a YouTube expert, so, sorry for the mix up)

Month 7

Dear Henry,
Today you are 7 months old!  As I was nursing you last night, I was just marveling at the fact on how much you’ve grown.  It kinda snuck up on me how big you’ve become.  You used to look so teeny on the nursing pillow and now you hang off of it.  You also used to look so itty bitty in your dad’s arms and I noticed last night, as your dad was bouncing you in his arms at 1:00 am trying to get you to go back to sleep, that you don’t look nearly as teeny (when your head rests on his shoulder, your legs now dangle nearly to his waist).  You’re growing so much, which reminds me of something that your grandpa (my dad) used to say, “I’m going to have to put a brick on your head to keep you from growing.”
You’re eating solids so well now.  You’re actually eating with purpose and not just sliding food around on your tray (although you still do that too).  You basically eat whatever your dad and I are having for dinner, and you really seem to be liking it.  You love avocados, and my homemade wheat bread (which is sweet because it didn’t come out all that great – it was my first attempt at bread making).  It’s hard to say what your favorite food is because you just dive into anything that we put in front of you.  The one thing that you don’t like: peas.  You’ll eat them just fine, but they cause some major gas problems that cause you to wake up screaming in the middle of the night.  So, don’t worry, we’ll hold off on giving you those for a while.
mmmm chicken!

mmmm baked Ziti!

You haven’t been sleeping so well lately.  And, I’m pretty sure that the solid food is to blame for part of it.  Three times last week you woke up screaming because your tummy hurt.  You’d look at me with tears streaming down you face, and I knew that you wanted me to make it stop hurting, and I wish that I could.  Your dad and I held you and rocked you and bounced you until you calmed down and then I’d nurse you until you’d fall asleep.
Well, those middle of the night cuddle and feeding sessions soon became an issue.  You started waking up in the middle of the night wanting to nurse and cuddle and as sweet as that is, and as much as I’d like to indulge in that, waking me up 3+ times a night, does not equal a very cuddly mama.  So, last night when you woke up at 12:15 wanting to nurse your dad and I were there to hold you until you calmed down and then put you back in your crib.  Which caused you to cry again and for us to hold you until you calmed down – and we repeated that process for an hour!  Finally at 1:20, your dad and I were exhausted (and so were you) and we left you to put yourself to sleep on your own.  It took 20 minutes, but you finally went to sleep, and slept straight through until it was time to get up this morning at 6:30 (we had to wake you up, you were still exhausted).  As hard as it is to hear you cry, you seem to get to point after a while and then you sleep so much better.  So, hopefully you’ll be sleeping through the night again tonight.
You’re still nursing like a champ.  I think that you enjoy our nursing sessions as much as I do.  You just snuggle in and eat your fill, and most nights you’ll nurse yourself to sleep, which I still think is one of the sweetest things in the world.  I love those cuddle times with you, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.  As hard as breastfeeding was in the beginning, I really love that I’ve stuck with it, and I’m really proud to say that you’re a 100% breastfed baby.
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You’re not crawling yet, you’re still pretty stationary, which is probably a good thing since your dad and I still haven’t baby proofed the house….I guess we need to get on that one.  You like playing with your ring stacker (although, Ali took it and a couple of your other toys and chewed them pretty badly…but you still seem to not mind that so much, especially since you just chew on them too.
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Playing at daycare

Playing at daycare

trying to fit the ring into your mouth

 Speaking of chewing, you now have 2 teeth!  Both of them popped up this month, and they’re in the front on the bottom.  You refuse to let anyone see them.  Anytime that I can get your mouth open, you push your tongue out to cover them up.  We’ve only seen glimpses of them, but you can definitely feel them and man are they sharp! I only know this from feeling them, thankfully (and knock on wood) you haven’t bitten me yet.
You’ve become one cuddly little boy.  You give the greatest hugs and kisses.  You wrap your little arms around our necks and just hang on for dear life when you hug.  It melts my heart every time.  Your kisses are still a wide open mouth on the cheek, but it’s so sweet that we don’t mind the slobber at all.  I hope that you’ll always want to hug and kiss us like that.
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You’re also one chatty little boy.  You love “talking” lately.  You just babble away and it’s the cutest thing.  And or course your dad and I talk back to you, which just makes you light up and babble all the more.  You actually get upset now when you talk to us and we don’t say anything back.  Your dad had to keep a conversation going with you last night as he cooked dinner because you got upset that he wasn’t paying enough attention to you, it was really cute to listen to.
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You are one sweet baby boy.  I love being able to watch you become a little boy, and while it breaks my heat a little to watch you grow up so fast, it’s so much fun to watch you be able to do more and more.  I love you so much.  You’re so special and incredible, and I couldn’t ask for a better son.
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I love you Henry,
Mom
too busy blowing raspberries to pose for a picture

too busy blowing raspberries to pose for a picture