Archive for August, 2011
Lots has happened in the past three weeks.
The first week of August was National Breastfeeding Week. I was going to go to a Latch On, but LP was asleep when it was time to go and I didn’t want to awaken him.
Also that week, my father came into town and spent just under 2 weeks with us. It was really nice to have him around as he helped around the house and with LP. He also worked on making sure that LP and I got out of the house on occasion, even though it’s been so damn hot out.
I was really glad he was here the second week because I came down with a minor cold for a few days and totally lost my voice. LP also go the cold, but it was even less for him (yay breastfeeding). Still, it was his first cold and he was not thrilled, especially when he was having a bit of trouble with a stuffy nose and trying to nurse. But we both made it through it.
On August 4, all four of us went to a Marian Call concert. LP was amazing throughout almost the whole thing. He tended to either be asleep or staring at the pretty redhead on stage singing. The concert was being webcast. When Marian went to put on her Jayne hat, we put LP in his. She saw and had the camera focus on him. Here is the moment of my baby becoming Internet famous:
We also ventured into the realm of cloth diapering without the Diaper Service. But that’s a post all to itself.
Last week was my first week back at work and LP’s first week of daycare. We were both only doing half days. Things are going pretty well; LP is even starting to take to the bottle better. They keep telling me what an awesome and chill baby LP is. They also told Darius when he picked up LP on Friday what a calm mother I am.
LP has been spending his time discovering his hands. He’s a fan of sucking on his right fingers. He’s getting better at reaching and grabbing for things. Lately he’s started to clasp his hands together in what Darius calls his Evil Mastermind pose. Also we’ve had some, but inconsistent, flipping from belly to back.
However, this last week, LP started to have green runny poop, instead of the nice mustardy yellow poop he usually has. As far as I can tell, this is a foremilk/hindmilk imbalance. I’m guessing that this was brought on by the pumped milk, as I was pumping for only 5-10 minutes and then putting the resulting milk together into one bottle, so the bottle would have a lot of foremilk and not much hindmilk in it. I’m going to work on making sure to pump for at least 15 minutes while at work and not combine them. Hopefully, if I do that and continue to nurse normally and on demand at home, it will clear up all on it’s own.
Today was my first day back in the office. I’d worked from home a bit last Thursday and Friday while my father took care of LP, but this was the first time I was away from him for work.
It was hard. I’m glad that the daycare we chose is really nice and let us sit in the classroom for 30-45 minutes twice last week, so everything wasn’t totally new for him. It also gave me confidence to leave him there. But it was still hard for me.
Being in the office was so strange. So many little things have changed and I have to get use to a routine of doing work and fitting in pumping sessions. Mostly I felt very emotionally numb, just going through the motions of the day. Then I found out they took away the Mother’s Room on my side of the building and I almost broke down because now it’s a much further walk to go pump and it changed how things were going to work in my head. People kept seeing me around and saying, “Welcome Back.” I would just smile or say a quiet “Thank You” because it hurt every time. I wanted to say to them, “I don’t want to be back. This is ridiculous. I want to be with my son.” But nobody wants to hear that. But I made it through the day. I even started to feel somewhat like my work self again about half way through my weekly team meeting when I was able to offer suggestions about the big project we have going on. Still, I couldn’t wait until my 4 hours were done.
LP had a fine time at daycare. Apparently he is totally chill and awesome and spent most of the day just watching everything. However, he had some trouble taking a bottle and only took two oz. This is my fault as I meant to make sure someone was feeding him a bottle once a day every day last week, but I got so wrapped up in my father’s visit and emotionally prepping to return to work that I let it slide. He also only did two 30-45 minute cat-naps instead of having at least one long morning nap. So when we got home, he nursed for a long time, fell asleep for an hour and a half, then we nursed again, we both took an hour and a half nap and he’s still sleeping.
I’m really glad that I’m easing back into work with half days for the next two weeks, with the exception of taking Wednesday off and starting full time next Friday. But ultimately I still think it sucks, especially when I look at what the rest of the world gets.