“A bad habit never disappears miraculously; it’s an undo-it-yourself project.”
— Abigail Van Buren
Give, and it will be given to you.
What is there to discuss today? Baby has grown too long for his 3-6 month outfits, as noticed by his diaper popping the snaps (and rendering them unsnappable) from some adorable outfit I’m sure he’s only worn once. He is now moving on into the 6-9 month outfits. We could fit two of him in those outfits width wise, but length wise he fits. He is still allergic to dairy, and I fear that conditioning is worsening. Because I cannot pump enough (is it because the station is in the bathroom while people are in there poo’ing? Am I missing my let-down cues? never ending questions…), we have had to supplement with formula, and despite my better judgment I fear we will have to move to soy-based, liquid formula. Unless there is some change of events and I am suddenly able to pump gallons…
It’s very disappointing to me to be unable to pump enough for the baby. We won’t really broach that subject, as it is a very hard issue for me. Yes, I have tried everything that can be suggested, I have been in for appointments about it and I have another one coming up in 2 weeks.
My laptop has still not arrived, and my calls requesting a track number have not been returned. This marks one month since I have last seen my laptop, and I’m not entirely happy with the way this has turned out. My Blackberry is not here yet either. Maybe next week will be the week of toys.
Tim has been going in to work at 2am, which leads for a very short evening. It’s much easier now that I am working first shift. Things are working out much better with this new arrangement, and the only problem with the babysitter is that baby comes home smelling like her. It’s not a problem, I change him into his PJ’s and give him a bath. I just like him to smell like my baby. She is incredibly sweet and we really like her, plus she is excellent with DJ.
It was almost heartwarming (although a little tear-jerking as well), but this morning baby started crying as soon as I walked out the door at the babysitter’s house. He truly does love his mommy. I think that despite all my fears I have turned out to be not a terrible mom. That was one of my biggest concerns going into this, and I am fairly proud of how it has turned out.
I think that’s all I have today, just a few disjointed thoughts.