Quite the Cow

I started pumping today.  I want to build up a decent supply of breastmilk in my freezer, so I want to start pumping every day.  So, about an hour after one of Hazel’s feedings, I pumped.  And let me tell you–there is nothing sexier than double pumping.  It’s way more effective for gettin’ the milk out, but awkward!  It would be handy to have a third arm–so that I’d have one to hold each pump thing, and one to flip the switch.

So, I pumped.  And at Hazel’s next feeding, Conner gave her her very first bottle (which she took to like a champ, which made me cry), and I pumped again.

Welcome to the age of the cow.  Ahhh, the good life.

Earth Hour

We participated in Earth Hour this evening!

At 8:00 we lit candles and turned off our lights and kept them off for an hour.  We had some friends over (they cooked some delicious pork and beans), and ate over candlelight.

I’m glad we did it, because it mostly showed me how keeping all of the lights off for an hour or so is both totally not a big deal, while simultaneously making you wonder how you live without electricity.

Receptionists

In recent months I’ve been wondering: is there a requirement that in order to be a receptionist at a doctor’s office that a person has to pass a ‘surly’ test? And an incompetence test?

I feel like every doctor’s office I go to, the receptionists are rude, mean, and inconsiderate. When I was first pregnant with Hazel, my OBGYN’s receptionist implied that I would lose the baby before my next appointment. At Hazel’s pediatrician today, Hazel was crying bloody murder, but the receptionist kept interrupting me while I was trying to make her follow up appointment… interrupting me to talk to the other receptionists. Finally, I said I’d call to make an appointment and left. I wanted to ask her if she realized that when a two week old is crying like that, it means she’s probably hungry. So my milk is letting down. I’m probably stressing out because my newborn is crying. The last thing I want to know is the gossip of what ‘the girls’ are doing later. Give me a break!

The receptionist at my dentist’s office was one of the ones who was berating me about getting a second c-section and not trying for a VBAC.

So, is it a secret rule in the receptionist manual?

Moby D

One of my splurges when I was pregnant with Hazel was to buy a Moby Wrap–specifically, the Moby D in lilac.

I am so glad that I got it.  I wear it all the time–it’s so nice to just be able to hold her right up against me.  The fabric is really soft, but strong as well.  It’s easy to use, and I like that I can potentially, theoretically nurse while she’s in it (I haven’t had the courage to try that yet… I plan on waiting until breastfeeding is a little less painful).

I wore it to the doctor’s office today for my post-partum incision check, and I got a TON of compliments on it.  At least four people asked me where I got it, and at least five or six other people told me that it looked awesome, that it was so pretty, etc.  And I really can’t sing its praises enough.

I love that it can hold a child up to 35 pounds.  That means that I could carry Oliver in it (assuming I was allowed to carry Oliver at all right now, which I’m not).  I like that it can be used as a front carrier, a side carrier, or a back carrier.  It’s machine washable.  What could be better?