Working Mama

Back to work I went last Tuesday...nothing like being back amongst the working people. I have to admit, I rather enjoyed being part of the world of Corporate America! And this is a Grade A company too. They fed me and it was quality food (except for the fruit).

Highlight of the work week: Winning $120 for my table during a class excerise in training,...now that's what I'm talking about!

Low of the work week: A tie for the #1 spot - 1. Having to lock myself in the handicap bathroom for 15 minutes each day while I pumped milk during our lunch break...u gotta do what u gotta do
2. The hour long drive to work and the hour long drive home (if I'm lucky)

Funny moment of the work week: Imagine this, a young single guy (mid-20's), just closed a deal (sold a new home) and feeling pretty good about himself, decides to get himself a nice cool, refreshing drink from the fridge in the breakroom. As he opens the fridge to grab his soda, there are 2 bottles of breastmilk right there in the front. Tasty! Still thristy?

Back to work on Monday I go!

All-Nighter

Jared has had several nights now where he has slept 6-7 hours at a time, but last night was the 1st night he ever slept 9 1/2 hours!! He didn't wake up until 8 am, it was so wonderful. I mean I did soak the bed with milk and had to change my shirt 3 times, but it was worth it!

Oprah moment

I was watching Oprah yesterday and Brooke Shields was on talking about her post partum depression. She made a comment about how after her daughter was born she thought to herself she didn't want to be a mother, and that she didn't want her baby.
The memory came back to me of when I had those same thoughts. It's so hard to admit that. Ben was 2 days old when I remember laying in bed thinking "what did I do?" "I don't want him" "I made a mistake, I don't want to be a mother". "Can I take this back?"
Now I can't believe I ever thought that way, because I don't love anyone more than my boys and nothing makes me happier than being a mom. It doesn't matter how many times Ben drives me crazy with his whining fits or talking back to us, or how Jared refuses to stop fussing unless we stand up to hold him for what feels like hours at a time, I wouldn't trade them for anything. They're so great, sometimes I'm crazy enough to want more just like them (if it just weren't for that pregnancy thing).
What a blessing and honor it is to be a Mommy.

Bad cyst!

WARNING! This is a graphic blog and should not be read by those with weak stomachs.

I grew a 3rd boob! Ok, not really a boob, but a cyst, a HUGE nasty cyst! It started out a tiny little bump on my chest bone that only I could see. So, I go to the dr. and have it checked out to confirm it's no big deal and it will probably never change. So she tells me I can just leave it there forever and it should never bother me. Wrong again, Mama! Last week that sucker flared up and was bigger than a quarter in circumference and sticking out about 1/2 inch, serious, real gross! I couldn't even walk with out being in excruciating pain. Don't even think about going braless, because the weight of my milk holders pulled that nasty bugger down and it killed! Finally after a week of hell, the dr. agreed to drain the cyst only because it became so bad that it began to ooze on it's own and it started to make me physically sick. It only took a half hour to push all the guck out, 30 minutes...that's alot of guck.
Now I'm a happy girl with a whole in her chest that I'm sure will leave a pretty little scar in my cleavage. It should go well with my scabbed up, chapped nipples. Yes, that's right, my baby boy is a ferocious eater. I love being a woman.

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