Mama Thoughts

We're approaching month 11.  I'm still breastfeeding this little person the best that I can.  I haven't written about this as I think it's TMI, but it's such a big part of my struggle and stress and I am ready to dish.  I pump twice daily to get her a bottle at daycare.  Who knows why... maybe it's because I didn't actually establish a pumping routine until we were 8 months in, or because that's just the way my mammaries work but for some unknown godforsaken reason I can feed my kid just fine when we're together but the pump doesn't do much.  It takes me about 15 minutes to get 2 ounces if I'm lucky.  I devote some 50 minutes a day to go sit in a closet for almost 4 oz of breast milk.  It's just insanity.  I eat oatmeal, I drink disgusting teas and vitamins, I down almost a gallon of water a day... but that's all I get.  We make it work.  She drinks water and gets this and I feed her when we're face to face about 3 times a day.  ...

This week was tough. I had parent teacher conferences for the first time at GBS and one of the by-products of not having a strong union is that we had a normal start time the morning after.  So... 14 hour workday, get home at 9:30,  and then up at 6 to be at work by 7:30.  ROUGH.  So Friday was a long tough day and I was super ready for this weekend. Enter husband after a conference at 7pm on Friday night and he runs to the bathroom with some horrendous case of food poisoning and collapses in bed.  He continues to be immobile all day Saturday.  So! Little girl and me all day long. I'm exhausted. Dear lord.  Single mothers.  How the HECK do you do this?  I need like 12 hours of sleep, a massage, 1/2 a bottle of wine intravenously and the a mini vacation. She's cute.  But parenting is definitely a two-person job.