Today was a doozy. Not on the baby front (he was pretty chill.) On the trying to organize my life front (and being thwarted at every turn.)
Today I tackled Baby Boot Camp, then ran around like a headless chicken trying to get everything done before my return to work. Between a multitude of errands, I tried frantically to pump as much milk as I could for the afternoon so that the nanny would have enough while I trekked to the city for back to back meetings.
All fine, except when I began my trip home (breasts already feeling overfull and not a baby or pump in sight) the L train was down, meaning I had to change trains four times to get home...taking an hour and a half when it should have taken 25 minutes.
Cue hair pulling. Honestly, the plain old stress of the big bad city is just plenty thank-you-very-much without the added factor of trying to exclusively breastfeed. And it's tough to sit through a meeting when you are sure you're about to leak at any second. Just getting myself out the door is often a task in and of itself, but figuring out how to produce, store, and transport enough breastmilk to keep another human alive while doing so is something else entirely. I know I will get better at it, but it makes leaving the baby that much harder.
The good news? I wore my non-maternity jeans for the first time today. And though they were tight, I managed to button them up just fine. And we are just about packed for our Seattle to Spokane adventure and Axel's first flight.