6:30 AM
When I was 24, MJ and I went to Columbus w/ some friends for a theatre weekend. It was basically a huge drunken hotel party. It was a blast. However, I woke up that Saturday morning not knowing how I got into bed or where I was. This was a result of mixing dirty martinis, white wine, and Mike's Hard Lemonades (I reiterate I was 24). That morning, I had strangers at the hotel saying "Ha! You were that blonde in the elevator last night!" (Apparently, MJ) had to hold me up while taking me up to the room. Poor MJ. That was the one and only time I've ever had a true blackout. Until now.
My alarm goes off. I don't hear Baby Girl crying. It's 6:30. I put her to bed at 11:30. OMG she slept for 7 hours! Is she alive? I turn to a peacefully sleeping MJ and say "We never fed her last night!" He looks at me like I have 3 heads and says "Um, yeah we did. You elbowed me (hard) at 4 AM telling me to get up and feed her. Then, you rolled over and went back to sleep!" Oopsy. I have no recollection of this and honestly didn't believe MJ until I looked over and saw an empty bottle. I guess you can have lack-of-sleep-because-of-baby blackouts, too. Who knew? Poor MJ.
9 AM
I meet with my manager briefly. He lets me know that pumping is not covered under FMLA. Luckily, he is being very nice about it and letting me continue to pump. He explains the reason he was given is because pumping is not "bonding" which is what post partum FMLA is for. I look at him and say "If I don't pump, she doesn't eat." He agrees whole heartidly and I feel lucky to have an understanding boss with this situation. You practically have people in the company receiving FMLA protection for anything from a yeast infection to insomnia, but breastfeeding isn't covered. I'm considering writing my congressman about this.
10 AM
I meet with one of my other managers and am showing a co worker baby pics. This manager walks in and says "Are these pics of your nephew? " to my co worker. She and I both look at him like he's on crack. I say "It's my baby. I was out for 3 months..." I get the blank stare. Later I see my manager's boss. He says "Glad you brought the sunshine back with you" No, "Hey, how are you? How's the baby?" Shot down twice with in two hours. Glad I have such a strong presence in the department. Jeeze.
11 AM
My favorite time of the day...Pumping! I go into my little dairy room, sit down and begin. Well, something was wrong with the way I set up my pump. But, I don't realize this until I feel nice warm wet feeling on my leg. Milk is spilling out of the bottles. I get milk all over my legs, on my shirt, and down my arm. Of course, I was wearing dark grey dress pants and a black shirt. So, there was no hiding the milk stains all over me. I literally left that room looking like I got into a fist fight with Bessy the Cow-and she won.
6PM
The rest of the afternoon was full of paint drying work moments. I come home to Baby Girl, who of course cries the minute she sees me until I whip out a boob.
9PM
MJ and I chill watching DVR'd TV. We have a spur of the moment knock down drag out argument. Sleep deprivation sure can make people testy. On the plus side we worked out some things we holding in. On the down side the argument happened. We both realized that we need to be more appreciative of each other and respect each other's emotions. I'm going to do my best to chill on being a screaming banshee. MJ has had to deal with me as a crazy hormonal pregnant girl (aka bitch), then as a post partum hormonal new mom (aka super bitch), and now dealing with me starting to PMS again (aka uber bitch). Poor MJ.
11:30PM
Baby Girl gives me snuggles and nods off to baby la-la land. It makes me smile and comforts me enough to fall asleep, myself.
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