Mommydom: Day 73

Working/Pumping Hell: Day 7

I only manage to pump 5 1/2 ounces for the whole day. I work through lunch, because I have to leave early to take Bunny to her 2 month check-up, and I don't have any PTO because they make you use it while on maternity leave. You're on FMLA and STD (short-term disability, perv), but you still have to use your PTO to supplement the 60% pay you get from STD up to 100%. Personally I think that should be optional. What if I'm totally okay with only getting paid 60% on leave, in exchange for not having to come in early/stay late/skip lunch when I get back?? Whatever.

So I leave work a little after 3:00, and the teacher informs me that Bunny is basically starving, because I'm ten minutes later than when I said I'd be picking her up, and the last time she ate was at 1:30. According to her report card, she only ate a total of 5 ounces all day... but I took 12 ounces with her in the morning, so how was there NO. MILK. LEFT when I went to put more in the freezer the next morning??? Did they just pour seven ounces of liquid white gold down the drain? I think I'm having a panic attack.

We get to the doctor's office and I plop my butt in a chair with Bunny, whip out the booby blanket, and proceed to feed Bunny (yes, BREASTFEED. IN PUBLIC. Aaaaaaaah!) much to the chagrin of the only two men in the waiting room (besides Hubber). Do I care? No. I'm covered, so Suck it, Fancy!
My starving baby is actually able to get FULL. That's how long we waited. Not that it wasn't worth it - our pediatrician is awesome sauce - but seriously? Why do they always tell you to be 15 minutes early to fill out paperwork when it only takes 2 minutes tops to actually fill it out, and then you still don't get in a room until 20 minutes after your appointment time?!

The appointment goes well, with Bunny landing middle of the road on all her measurements. Sometimes it's okay to be average. The doctor says so. But then it's time for the vaccinations... and for some reason, Bunny isn't the only one getting them. Seriously. Apparently, if the baby's caregiver(s) aren't up-to-date on their pertussis, the doctor's office can get up to two more vaccinations for adults for FREE. Lucky Hubber!

Mommy: Watch Daddy get his shot first, he'll show you it's not that bad.
Hubber: Actually, don't watch me. I'm kind of a pussy about shots.

That's right. My husband said "pussy" to a kiddie doctor.

Then it's time for Bunny's vacs. The first one, is for rotovirus, and it's a liquid they just squish in her mouth. She spits it out, but they say as long as it touches her tongue, she's protected. Alrighty. Next come the shots. For a split second, I thought we were going to breeze through it, because as this was Bunny's first experience with pain, it took her a moment to recognize what it was. However, halfway through the first injection, she realized that it hurt and started screaming bloody murder. Cue the Mommy tears - and there are two. more.

She was traumatized. In the end however, I popped a boob in her mouth and she forgot everything else. Too bad this technique has a limited life-span. I am not looking forward to the day it stops working.