I know it’s been a long while since I last posted. Baby Groot is growing like a weed…or tree root (ha ha, see what I did there??) At his 4 month check up, he was measuring in the 2nd percentile weight. He had only gained like a pound since his 2 month check up. Woops. Doc said “maybe feed him more.” So I did. And he gained weight! It’s hard when you’re breastfeeding, you just have no idea how much little guy is actually getting, and you hope it’s enough. So, I supplemented with formula, and now we’re healthy as can be.
I stopped breastfeeding around the new year. I just stopped producing like I was earlier, and it was just getting a little ridiculous to breastfeed, then offer a bottle, every single time, and also pump at work (which wasn’t horrible, thankfully we have an empty office to use, but it’s just so awkward). I sort of felt like I had something to prove to myself, like, I can breastfeed as long as anyone else, so it was a little hard to quit. Honestly, it was more of a competition thing (and free food) in my mind than the added nutrition. And the convenience of not having to make a bottle in the middle of the night. Yes, breast is best, whatever. But my baby weighs a normal weight now, so there’s that.
So there’s my quick update on the little guy. Cutest thing you’ve ever seen too. Although, I often wonder if I’m just being biased and people are just being nice when they say he’s cute.
Anyway…on to my first woes as a working parent. First off, let me preface this by saying I enjoy being a working parent. Baby, Bastion, and I have our little routine down during the week when daddy isn’t here. I like that he gets all the care and activity and socializing at daycare while I still get to enjoy my career. And then in the evenings, it’s all cuddles while still doing all the stuff I have to do, like clean, make and eat dinner, laundry, and preparing everything for the next day. It’s just a really great feeling of accomplishment at the end of the day.
OK, back to the dilemma. Daycare called me yesterday saying that Baby had a temperature and that I needed to come get him. Actually, they told me he had a temperature and I asked if I had to come get him. I always feel like I sound like a horrible mother when I ask that, like I don’t care or something, but seriously, will he be OK for a few hours?? I assumed he had a temperature because he’s teething, but he felt super warm when I picked him up, so I decided to take him to the doctor to be on the safe side. Poor guy had a temp of 102.7 and ear infections in both ears. No flu though, thank goodness. So now, Baby can’t go back to daycare until he’s been fever free for 24 hours. Sooo, what does a working mom with a husband that lives 2 hours away do???
Thankfully, the husband agreed to come and watch the poor thing today while I went into work. But who knows what’s going to happen after this. Baby still has a fever, so he’s not going back to daycare anytime soon. We both still have to work, but luckily we both work for pretty understanding companies. Turns out it’s hard to work full time, have a baby, no family close by, and your husband lives 2 hours away. Actually, it hasn’t been terrible and we’ve made it work. This is just the first time a wrench was thrown into our system!
Update: At home on a Thursday afternoon and this is what my living room currently looks like…