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My Life Thus Far
2008-07-30 04:17:15 (UTC)

Cereal Anyone?

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Keenan slept the first 8 hour stretch of his life last
night! I don't expect it to happen every night (he is only
6 weeks old, after all), but it was a lovely gift from my
baby boy. I hope he does it again tonight. If not, that's
okay. I took a nap today.

Even though Keenan slept really well last night, I still
had a really hard time getting up in time to take Annie to
reading camp. Annie took the situation in her own hands.
She got herself and Kiki dressed, put Keenan in his car
seat and buckled Kiki into her booster seat. Then she
stood at the end of my bed until I finally rolled my sorry
ass out and headed for the car. I could barely see
straight when I got behind the wheel. I had to take a
moment to fully wake up before I started driving. I don't
know why I was so tired this morning. Maybe I got too much
sleep. I did get twice what I normally do. I would have
slept another 8 hours if I could.

I was in the middle of a one-woman pity-party when
Snookums got home. I don't know what happened to my
brimming self-confidence, but I wasn't feeling it this
morning. For some inexplicable reason my skin has broken
out, my hair is slightly frizzier than it always is and of
course I feel fat, flabby and out of shape. It wasn't a
happy morning in the Allen house. I crawled back into bed
and pulled the covers over my head, but Snookums came in
after me. He persuaded me to get up out of bed, put some
clothes on (pj's aren't known to be all that flattering)
and get out of the house for a little while. So, I did
that. I even put on a little make-up, which made me feel
loads better.

Since I am my son's keeper (and sole food supply) we went
on a little trip to the Bangor Commissary together (the
girls went on a walk with daddy). Bremerton is closed on
Tuesday's, which sucked a little because that's my
Commissary of choice, but whatever. We needed a few things
until I do my next big shopping trip. Milk, rice, charcoal
briquettes, pantiliners. Odds and end. Keenan was a good
boy. He didn't cry during the car ride. Only the second or
third quiet trip he's taken in his life. I fed him before
going in, just to be safe, so he was quiet through the
whole shopping trip, too. I felt better getting out of the
house. No doubt about it.

Out of curiosity, I checked my work schedule through the
online portal (we can access the work computers from
home). I told Tamara I'd come back the first week of
August and sure enough I'm scheduled 5-10pm on the 5th and
6-10pm on the 7th. I'm actually pretty stoked about
getting back to work. I love being with the kids during
the day, but working a couple evenings a week will give me
the break I need. My job may seem unimportant and slightly
demeaning to woman at times (if you let it demean you),
but I thoroughly enjoy working at VS. Someday I'll manage
my own store, I just know it :)

Snookums said we're going to start trying to give Keenan a
bottle now. One feeding a day. I don't want to, but if I'm
ever going to spend more than an hour away from him it's
necessary. Our last attempt at the bottle did not go well,
but Snookums is successfully feeding him a bottle of
expressed milk as we speak. It makes me a little sad, but
it's a good thing, too. At least I know he'll be okay if
I'm not there to feed him. Lord knows I've got enough
breast milk stored away. Today I pumped 6 ounces out of my
right breast and that was after Keenan nursed there for
about 5 minutes. He'd already spent 10 or 15 minutes on
the left side and just didn't want anymore. So, I decided
to pump it out for a rainy day and couldn't believe how
much my milk supply has increased since the last time I
pumped. I'm seriously considering donating my extra milk
to a milk bank for premature and sick babies. I don't know
yet. We'll see.

I need to go pump now. My boobs are jealous. Not to
mention I'd hate to tamper with my abundant milk supply.
Cereal anyone? :) Ciao!




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