There She Blows!

When I saw the doctor on June 20 I hadn't felt the baby kick in almost a whole day. She sent us to Labor and Delivery for a Non Stress Test to be sure everthing was ok. After about 20 minutes on the heart and contractions monitor we were reassured that everything was fine and they sent us home.
That night, as I was making Deviled Eggs for a picnic, I thought to myself, "So help me, if I make all these stinking Deviled Eggs and then don't get to go to the picnic because I'm in labor I'm going to be so mad." Apparently that's all the motivation Silas needed to make his entrance, some stinking Deviled Eggs.

At 8am on June 21 I sprang out of bed, I freaking peed my pants! I couldn't stop peeing. Every step I took, there was more pee. I had officially lost control of my bladder. Wait...that's not pee! I sat on the toilet, still in my sweat pants, and started making the calls.  I was glued to the toilet. I had no other options. I felt like Old Faithful.

I was completely unprepared. I had to pack a bag. So I stuffed a kitchen towel in my pants and went to work.

Luckily, my friend Marissa was kind enough to watch Jackson while we went to the hospital. When we dropped him off I was afraid to even step inside. It's bad enough I turned my own bathroom into a Slip and Slide. Could you imagine dripping on someone's floor?

Not only did Marissa watch Jackson for the day, she even made sure those stinking Deviled Eggs made it to the picnic.

Boob Job

So, the other night I'm sitting on the couch with my husband and aunt while breastfeeding Silas. I had an itch on my forehead. Both hands were a little full; one with boob and one with baby. But I leaned in to scratch anyway. Fail. I slammed my face right into my boob. I boob punched myself.

Ten minutes later, sitting there in a nursing stupor, I realize that at some point Silas had detached himself and laid down for a nap. I was so freaking tired I hadn't even noticed. I just sat there holding my boob in my hand. It was like my nipple was watching TV.

Breastfeeding is hard work.