My mother is here helping out and I am grateful. Really I am. I have been able to shower and go to the bathroom and pump to increase my milk production. I don’t want her to leave and yet…she drives me crazy. Even though I go to bed knowing I’m lucky to have her here, I spend the day trying to bite my tongue and rolling my eyes like a petulant teenager. Just think, someday my daughters will feel the same way about me.
One of the things that drives me crazy about my mother is that she has creative hearing skills. For example, she was watching the news and they were talking about a teachers’ strike. My mother wondered, “How ken t-chirts go on strike?” She was able to figure out on her own that it was teachers and not t-shirts that were being discussed.
I am stocking up on a bunch of my mom stories to tell you. Stay tuned for future posts. One of them involves the time she met Jerry Seinfeld- NOT!
So I’m breastfeeding and it does not come easily for me, with Put Pie I always had to supplement. My milk production never increased to the level that Put Pie required. Trust me, I’ve been told that all women can produce enough milk and I worked with a lactation consultant for months, but my milk production for whatever reason did not ever increase enough to stop supplementing. It left me feeling frustrated and insecure, but it didn’t stop me from breastfeeding until she was 2.
This time around my milk came in earlier and I am making more than last time, but still I am having to supplement at the moment because my new little girl lost more than 10% of her birth weight. I still feel insecure, but I am trying to be positive. I know so much of it has to do with my mental state.
Like many, we have been going through financially trying times. One of the things we thought we could do was sell one of our cars. I was not looking forward to trying to sell it. I didn’t want to deal with the whole process. I told Unknown Papi that he would have to be in charge of doing all the work. We kept putting it off because the car needs new brakes, the registration tags from the DMV never came, blah, blah, blah, and then last week we decided to just sell it back to the dealership. Sure we got less money than if we would have sold it privately, but the whole process took less than an hour and was so easy. Sometimes convenience is so worth it, especially when you are sleep deprived and only have 2 hour windows between newborn feedings.
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie (don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):