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My Life Thus Far
2008-06-22 02:21:03 (UTC)

Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires...

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A famous quote from Smokey the Bear. I remember him from
my childhood. I wonder what happened to him? No, I'm not
having random delusions. There's a reason for the
reference to Smokey the Bear. I tend to write in sequence
and I just haven't gotten to that point in the story yet...

I think Keenan is getting into the rhythm of our routine,
because last night was a much better night. He went to
sleep around 11 pm and didn't wake up to eat until 4 am.
He went back to sleep, woke up to eat again at 7 am, then
10 am. By that time I was already up and about, feeding
the girls and straightening up the house. I decided to try
to work myself back into a normal routine at the same
time. No more of these impossibly late nights. It seems to
be working, too. I felt so much more rested today after
getting some sleep last night.

I decided since I was so rested that maybe today would be
a good day to go get myself some nursing bras. I piled all
the kids into the car and headed to Silverdale. On the way
there two low-rider trucks (with hydraulics) passed me in
the left lane. Everything seemed fine, I didn't give them
much thought until the first one dropped it's rear end and
started spraying the highway with sparks. The second one
did the same thing, only it sprayed more sparks across the
road. The sparks eventually lit the brush in the median on
fire and I was left with a moral dilemma? Do I call 911 or
don't I? I looked in the rear view mirror and sure enough,
the flames were spreading. There weren't any other cars
directly behind me and I was behind the person that
started the fire. I figured it was up to me to do
the "right" thing. So, I called 911, told them what
happened and gave them the truck's license plate number. I
wasn't even off the highway before the fire trucks passed
in the opposite direction. With our overly wet Spring, I
don't think there was any danger of it spreading very far,
but I think they should inform the guy that he might not
want to do that (as cool as he may think it is), because
it could start a massive fire later in the season when it
isn't so wet. I did the responsible thing :) Annie thought
it was pretty cool. I guess it's a good thing for your
kids to think you're cool.

The rest of my trip to the mall was uneventful and I
directed my attention back to getting some support
for "the girls". I'd only bought a couple nursing bras
beforehand, because I knew once my milk came in I would be
a completely different size and that proved to be very
true. I stopped in at work to get measured, but there
wasn't a single person I knew working. Everyone was new!
The girl they had in the fitting room had only been there
a week and wasn't even certified yet. So, I just went over
to Motherhood Maternity and had them do it. I figured,
they'd know their sizing better than the 12 year old at
Victoria's Secret.

36G. I've heard of people being a 36G, but never in my
life did I ever think I'd be one. I've never been larger
than a 38DD at any point in my life, at any weight. It's
crazy. Motherhood doesn't have any 36G's in stock. They
have to be special ordered. I didn't feel like special
ordering a bunch of bras in the hopes that they work, only
for me to end up a different size next week. So, I settled
for nursing tanks (which is what I'm wearing now) and a
nursing sport bra that doesn't have a defined cup size.
I'm packed into it, but it kind of feels good. They had
some nursing pajamas on sale, so I picked up a pair of
those, too. They're pink :) I like pink.

That was the only thing I went to the mall for. A focused
trip. In-out-done. I didn't stop to get anything to eat,
to look in any other stores. I wanted to get in and out
without much incident, because I had all three kids with
me and I wasn't sure how it would go. It went well,
actually. I got to test out my new stroller and it's the
bomb! Kiki has plenty of room. Keenan is safe and secure
in his infant seat. It's great.

Since the mall went so well, I decided to stop by the
Commissary to stock up on some fresh fruits and
vegetables. That's what I seem to be wanting most right
now. Fruits, vegetables and carbs (bread mostly). I'm sure
it's got a lot to do with the breastfeeding. I haven't had
any meat since dinner Saturday night in the hospital, so
I'll have to make an effort to get more protein and iron.
I'm still taking the prenatals and I bought some beans.
So, that should help with that.

I keep obsessing over whether Keenan is eating enough or
not. I'm nursing at least 12 times per day, which is on
the high end, but I let him decide when he eats and that's
what he wants. Even when he sleeps a 4 or 5 hour block, he
makes up for the missed feedings by eating every hour for
a few hours in a row. I don't mind that at all. Who
doesn't want their baby to sleep more at night? It's just
hard to not know for sure. When I pumped for Kiki, I
always knew she'd eaten enough because it was clearly
measured out in her bottle. 6-8 ounces each feeding. I
felt comfortable knowing she was getting enough. Now, it's
just an assumption. He lost 3% of his body weight the
first couple days before my milk came in (a loss of 5-9%
is considered normal), but now his cheeks, tummy and
thighs are starting to take on the slightest plumpness. I
can see it. No one else would notice, I don't think.

I feel really great right now. Things are going well for
me. My family is healthy and happy. I feel very satisfied.
I hope this feeling lasts and lasts...Ciao.




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