Being a temporary Stay at Home Mom has proven to be quite the task, for us the most difficultly comes when it is time for me to pump and my husband is at work. Being alone with the baby means that baby boy has to be in a good mood, a safe place, and able to entertain himself for the fifteen minute that it is going to take me to pump.
For most of the day today we did well, but at our last pump session before dad came home, baby wasn't being a nice baby at all. I changed him, feed him, and he cuddled on my chest until he feel fast asleep. Once he was out (for over an hour), the time came that I had to hook myself up, so I placed Alonzo in his napper, got myself setup, and went at it. Six minutes in, he awoke and started to cry. I was sitting on the couch and he was in front of me on the floor, so I made silly faces at him, tried to talk him calm, I even used my feet to rock his bassinet, all failed. Finally I tried to bend over, pump horns attached, and give him his pacifier only to have him spit it out repeatedly. It was such a mess, when I sat myself back up, I had breastmilk dripping down my side and all over my dress. I had to shut down the pump and pick the baby up.
The moment was so frustrating because I was trying to do something for him and he wouldn't let me. The worst part was that I had tried so hard to look cute before my husband came home and now I had to rip of my cute clothes and throw on whatever was within arms reach while trying to sooth a baby and rush to pick up the house a little bit. It was insane, but as soon as I stopped racing around, and sat down to feed Alonzo, he was the most perfect angel.
All of the craziness, the messy-wet clothes, the wild screaming, it was as if it had never happened. There I was sitting in our bed, with my little baby boy in my arms. He was happy and getting everything he could want. For a moment everything seemed so beautifully perfect, then he finished his bottle and the screamfest began again.