To be honest I had been dreading the trip for weeks. I had no idea how I'd do. My friend Nikki opted to go all of the way from Michigan to Atlanta and back in one day rather than staying away for a night. My first hesitation with the whole thing, besided the fact that I was 99% sure I'd be a bundle of nerves, is that Grey has recently decided that bottles are for babies and doesn't really care for them anymore. Of course he still nurses like a champ, but that obviously does Kevin no good (oh, the jokes I could insert here...) So Kevin came up with a game plan (stuff him with solid food) in the event that he refused his bottles while
And speaking of boobs, that brings up my second hesitation - the pumping. I figured the trip would be 6.5 hours from the time I left the house to the time I arrived at the hotel. Pffft - not a problem. I go that long in between feedings every night (god willing). I wasn't even worried about it. Then we got on the plane and they told us it was delayed for 30 minutes due to storms in the Princeton area. Then another 15. Then another 15. All in all, it was 7.5 hours before I got to the hotel. And as hot as I looked, I can't say it was worth it comfort-wise. I figured the flight home couldn't be any worse than that, so imagine my surprise when we were delayed 45 minutes, then sat on the tarmac for an hour after that. Let's just say that I may have been pushing the speed limit a leetle bit trying to get home after that one. 8.5 hours is NOT my idea of a good time.
One of the things I was looking forward to on this trip was getting a full night's sleep. I definitely haven't had one of those in about a year and a half, if you count my being up and down 3 times a night to pee during pregnancy. I was SO ready for it. But again, I failed to take into account the lack of certain familiar factors that prevented me from being able to relax: 1) I had no baby monitor on my bedside table, 2) I had no one snoring and/or hogging the covers, and 3) I had no cat head butting me in the jaw in the middle of the night (readers, meet Linus). Once I did manage to fall asleep, my body decided that it was pissed at me for going so long without pumping that afternoon. I ended up getting up at 5:00am to pump again. So the full night's sleep that I was hoping to get ended up being about 6 hours.
But, like I said above, I survived although it wasn't as nice as I had built it up in my head. I was really banking on that full night's sleep. I was only gone for one night, so it was nice to get away from the mommy duties for a short time. And since I spent pretty much the entire time preoccupied with the potential explosion resulting from my rapidly growing boobs, I really didn't even have time to think about how much I missed my boys.
Oh! I have one more milestone that I'm about to hit this week. Tomorrow I turn 31! Wow, that looks a lot older when I see it in writing. As usual, we have no real plans. It's too hot outside to do anything. But we do have a babysitter! Woo Hoo! The first one in almost 10 months. Can someone please explain to me why we chose to live so far from the grandparents? Because I seem to forget every weekend when Kevin and I are sitting at home staring at each other wishing we could go somewhere and do something that's NOT kid-friendly. I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until last week when Kevin told me he didn't feel like going to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner. I just about clutched my pearls and passed out. Oh, I lied. We do have plans for Saturday. Kevin and Kevin want to go up to the deer lease so that they can feed their
Unfortunately I didn't take many pictures this week, but I can offer up a couple pictures of Greyden's big boy dinner of baked salmon and broccoli dinner. Can you give a baby salmon? Huh. I probably should have googled that.
That face is a.dor.a.ble
ReplyDelete