Best Laid Plans
Sorry there was no post yesterday -- it was a rough one. First, we had the financial advisor coming over and the house hasn't been cleaned in, let's see, how old is the cookie? Right, three months. So I started to clean Sunday but really didn't get much done, as Chris (that's my baby daddy -- you'll see him mentioned a lot here in future posts, I'm sure) had to go to work and feed the dogs (junkyard. has dogs. must needs feed them.), and then he had stuff he needed to do around the house, too. Oh, yeah, and I was trying to install the light fixture in the dining room -- making every room in the house fully functional, woo-hoo! -- and (another long story), couldn't do it without the original hardware which of course is nowhere to be found.
So Monday morning, I had to take the cookie to the pediatrician for a well visit, and they were out of the pertussis vaccine last time I was there so we had to do it this time. She wasn't bad -- I mean, she screamed bloody murder, but only for a few minutes and then she calmed down again and I was able to go to the lighting store and get a new fixture. So I come home and pump, which she sleeps through (good girl!), and then change/feed/burp her and put her down in her gymini -- if you don't have one of these, get one. Awesome place to put her down for a few minutes because there's no strapping in, and she loves it. Then I install the new fixture. This all goes smoothly and it's only 1pm, so I figure I'm doing pretty well and should at least be able to get the downstairs presentable. I've had to adjust my pumping schedule so that I'll pump at 2:30 and 5:30 and then not again until 10:00, but I still figure I'm doing okay on time.
Then she starts with the fussy talk. All of a sudden, my sweet, happy-to-play-in-the-gymini baby needs to be held. No problem. I hold her for about half an hour (and take this opportunity to grab a sandwich), she drifts off, I put her down in the crib. Scream. Pick her up. Smile, laugh, coo, drift off. Down in crib. Scream. This goes on until 2:30, when I finally put her in her swing and she actually goes back to sleep without screaming for me. At this point I realize that it's 2:30 and I haven't cleaned a single thing yet, and there's no way the house is going to be even moderately presentable if I pump twice before the guy comes. So I decide to combine the two pumps into a 4:30 pump. I did get the house at least picked up, mostly, and the room we met in was clean, so I'm okay with it. But you can see where there was really no time for blogging until now.
Today's tip: Your pumping schedule does not have to be written in stone. Think about this: you're trying to simulate the way a baby would be removing milk from your body. How many babies do you know that eat at exactly the same times everyday, for exactly 20 minutes (or half an hour, or whatever)? Well, everybody knows one, but most babies vary their schedules. This means it's okay (maybe even desirable) for you to have a little variation, too. Just make sure your minutes/day stay about the same, and try not to actually drop pumps if at all possible.
So Monday morning, I had to take the cookie to the pediatrician for a well visit, and they were out of the pertussis vaccine last time I was there so we had to do it this time. She wasn't bad -- I mean, she screamed bloody murder, but only for a few minutes and then she calmed down again and I was able to go to the lighting store and get a new fixture. So I come home and pump, which she sleeps through (good girl!), and then change/feed/burp her and put her down in her gymini -- if you don't have one of these, get one. Awesome place to put her down for a few minutes because there's no strapping in, and she loves it. Then I install the new fixture. This all goes smoothly and it's only 1pm, so I figure I'm doing pretty well and should at least be able to get the downstairs presentable. I've had to adjust my pumping schedule so that I'll pump at 2:30 and 5:30 and then not again until 10:00, but I still figure I'm doing okay on time.
Then she starts with the fussy talk. All of a sudden, my sweet, happy-to-play-in-the-gymini baby needs to be held. No problem. I hold her for about half an hour (and take this opportunity to grab a sandwich), she drifts off, I put her down in the crib. Scream. Pick her up. Smile, laugh, coo, drift off. Down in crib. Scream. This goes on until 2:30, when I finally put her in her swing and she actually goes back to sleep without screaming for me. At this point I realize that it's 2:30 and I haven't cleaned a single thing yet, and there's no way the house is going to be even moderately presentable if I pump twice before the guy comes. So I decide to combine the two pumps into a 4:30 pump. I did get the house at least picked up, mostly, and the room we met in was clean, so I'm okay with it. But you can see where there was really no time for blogging until now.
Today's tip: Your pumping schedule does not have to be written in stone. Think about this: you're trying to simulate the way a baby would be removing milk from your body. How many babies do you know that eat at exactly the same times everyday, for exactly 20 minutes (or half an hour, or whatever)? Well, everybody knows one, but most babies vary their schedules. This means it's okay (maybe even desirable) for you to have a little variation, too. Just make sure your minutes/day stay about the same, and try not to actually drop pumps if at all possible.
posted by Laura Y. at
25.7.06
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