After a 24-hour stomach bug went through the Del Bueno household, we are all recovering nicely. Thankfully it only lasted a day because it was terrible. I did appreciate the appetite-suppressing side-effects of the virus - today is the first day since Monday I can really even look at food and think it might be tasty. I could lose some weight if I had a virus all the time.
Arden is still not sleeping through the night. *big sigh*. I’ve completely weaned her from breastmilk and she’s drinking the evil formula (can you hear my guilt?) - but it hasn’t helped. We tried more rice cereal last night and it just made her furious - she sounds like an angry bumblee when you make her mad. She still usually gets up around 2.30 and then will sleep til 6.30/7 (or whenever Lily starts screaming, literally, for us to come get her out of bed). Arden is a much easier baby than Lily in terms of temperment, but apparently we were spoiled by her sleep habits. By 3 months Lily was going from 10.30 til 6.30. Oh well. Sleep is overrated, right?
Weaning Arden to formula was a hard decision to make. The breast-feeding nazi within me wanted to go for at least 6 months, until she’s eating solids. The business owner in me wanted to stop being embarassed by having to ask total strangers for a place to pump while out for meetings for the day. The kicker was when I had to go to Leesburg for a potential client meeting at a law firm there. The partners there are completely lovely, and one let me use her office to pump. However, I had to pump again before we left for Richmond, and she had been in meetings with me for the previous 3 hours, and needed access to her phone and email. So she sat in her office while I pumped. Meanwhile, her paralegal came in and out with files and messages. It struck me then that I could have never imagined I’d be sitting in a prospect’s office, with my chest exposed to the world, while hooked up to a glorified milking machine. I think I decided on the way back to Richmond that I was done, and for purely selfish reasons. I want a consult with a plastic surgeon for reduction, and I want to be able to schedule meetings during the day without worrying about how I’m going to pump. I guess I feel entitled to a little selfishness after 2 1/2 years of basically nursing what seems like non-stop and letting my body go to the dogs. Abdominoplasty and breast reduction, here I come.
