Sometimes I wish that I could a brief break from Parenthood, nothing too long, maybe 5 minutes so that I can gasp for a little air. Not that I don't love Pig, I can't imagine life without her. I hate not being to wake up to her little smiling face. However, lately the worrying is consuming my every waking minute...with the insomnia I'm experiencing, that is getting to be most of the day.
So Pig's first day of day care was today. Luckily, she spent one week with her Nanas as a transition period. This ended up being a great arrangement because I got to see how Pig handled not being nursed during the day. She was ok...until she got tired, then she became angry square. But at least she was with family members who were willing to hold her as long as necessary.
I spent the weekend getting Pig ready for day care. I felt like it was out back to school shopping. I packed her clothes, bibs, ointment, wipes, and diapers and went shopping for a cooler bag to store her milk and Nuk nipples. We've decided that K will drop Pig off and I will pick her up. I'm glad not to do drop off because I think I'd feel like shit the entire way to work if she cried. Sigh, I miss my baby. I enjoy not being in my pajamas all day but it'll take awhile before I get used to not being with Pig all day.
So here's our schedule from now on!
4:30 am - I wake up and pump
5:00 am - 6:00 am - Get dressed and get my pump and lunch packed
6:00 am - Drive to station and board commuter train
7:00 am - 12:00 pm - Work, work, work
12:00 pm - 1:00 pm - Pump
3:00 pm - Leave work and head to train station
3:30 pm - Board train
4:00 pm - Drive to daycare and pick up Pig
5:00 pm - Nurse Pig
6:00 pm - Dinner!
7:00 pm - Hand Pig over to K and get bottles ready for tomorrow
8:00 pm - Pump, Shower, K puts Pig down for the night
9:00 pm - Sleep, Pig willing!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Back to the grind soon, booo.
Pig and I are back from LA. The day we left it was sunny, 70 degrees with a slight breeze, my favorite...how very cruel. The trip back was great, Pig after some grumbling at the airport fell asleep for 3.5 hours, huzzah! Luckily the trip lasted only 4.5 hours so I only had to entertain a baby with the attention span of a flea for an hour. JetBlue is an awesome airline when flying with kids, when I saw the spacious changing table I felt such a warm glow that some wonderful person thought to put it in, really it made me want to be a better woman.
The trip there....well it kinda sucked in the beginning. Didn't know what to expect, I thought the minute we started the ascent Pig would become the angry square. So the minute we sat down, I slung the hooter hider around my neck, pulled Pig onto my lap and started what I thought would be a nice leisurely feed. Hahaha, I laugh now at my naivete. I hadn't thought that Pig wouldn't want to stay under the hooter hider, in fact it ended up being a freaking peep show, what with me struggling to keep Pig and my bared boob under the cover and Pig flipping it open like a tent. I'm sure the flight attendants enjoyed seeing both me and Pig under the cover together at one point, Pig grumbling and me muttering "you need to calm down and eat, owww, stop scratching mommy, hey stop flipping that open!" After awhile Pig settled down and fell asleep but kept waking up because we happened to be sitting next to the lav. Why or why do people have to drink and eat so much on a plane. Everytime the door was banged shut Pig woke up started and angry. I just wanted to stand up at one point and kick down the door, maybe an open toilet would have people thinking twice before they requested that third can of coke.
So I'm back to work next week, booooo. Hate to think about leaving Pig. I know she'll be fine but I'm sure like most first time moms, I feel like I'm the only one who can soothe her if she becomes an angry square. What is this angry square you ask? When Pig gets mad, she scrunches her chin down onto her chest and her face magically becomes square shaped. It was pretty amusing to hear my mom say to her from the other room, "wait a minute, what are you doing, stop turning into a square, there's nothing to be angry about" almost like she was a little transformer changing shape in order to kick some ass.
The trip there....well it kinda sucked in the beginning. Didn't know what to expect, I thought the minute we started the ascent Pig would become the angry square. So the minute we sat down, I slung the hooter hider around my neck, pulled Pig onto my lap and started what I thought would be a nice leisurely feed. Hahaha, I laugh now at my naivete. I hadn't thought that Pig wouldn't want to stay under the hooter hider, in fact it ended up being a freaking peep show, what with me struggling to keep Pig and my bared boob under the cover and Pig flipping it open like a tent. I'm sure the flight attendants enjoyed seeing both me and Pig under the cover together at one point, Pig grumbling and me muttering "you need to calm down and eat, owww, stop scratching mommy, hey stop flipping that open!" After awhile Pig settled down and fell asleep but kept waking up because we happened to be sitting next to the lav. Why or why do people have to drink and eat so much on a plane. Everytime the door was banged shut Pig woke up started and angry. I just wanted to stand up at one point and kick down the door, maybe an open toilet would have people thinking twice before they requested that third can of coke.
So I'm back to work next week, booooo. Hate to think about leaving Pig. I know she'll be fine but I'm sure like most first time moms, I feel like I'm the only one who can soothe her if she becomes an angry square. What is this angry square you ask? When Pig gets mad, she scrunches her chin down onto her chest and her face magically becomes square shaped. It was pretty amusing to hear my mom say to her from the other room, "wait a minute, what are you doing, stop turning into a square, there's nothing to be angry about" almost like she was a little transformer changing shape in order to kick some ass.
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