What? You can't read that? Oh no worries, it wasn't anything important. So, how about them Yankees?
Sigh... okay, I admit it. I overslept. I don't know how I did it. Okay, so I know how, I just don't know why. I had even set two alarms, one at 5:30 and one at 6:00. The thing is, I didn't wake up to either one! For starters, I woke up at 5:12 wondering "why on earth did I wake up at 5:12!" I turned over and went back to sleep, only to lay there, awake, until my alarm went off at 5:30. Caleb was rooting, so I fed him as I laid there, fully intending on getting up in a matte of minutes.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was 7:02.
I do believe that I had three heart attacks.
You see, I leave for work at 7:30.
7:02-7:30 is not much time. Not much time at all.
And to top it all off, Caleb was awake and staring at me with those big blue eyes of his. Hmmm.. well at least he woke up, though I'm sure that Micah wished that he would have stayed asleep! Each of the times that I have overslept, Caleb has been the one to wake me up, usually with him getting hungry, or just sensing that I'm still there when I'm usually gone. Thanks Caleb! Of course, we won't mention that the reason why I am so tired is because of you, won't we?
Jumping out of bed, I raced into the bathroom, jammed my contacts into my eyes (dropping one in the process and having to search for it for several minutes, only to find it caked in dust- ugh), pulled my hair back into a ponytail and twisted back my bangs. Then I ran back to the bedroom and attempted to find my good black skirt. You see, I was going to wear jeans today, as I normally do on Thursday and Friday, but I found out about 4:00 last night that the Wing Commander's Wife would be coming today to select furniture for her home (remember- I work on Elmendorf Air Force Base, at the Furnishing Management Office, ie. FMO). Everyone at work was on a cleaning frenzy yesterday, and since I am the first person someone sees when they walk into the office, I wanted to present a bit nicer picture that jeans and a shirt.
And to do that, I needed my black skirt.
Which I couldn't find.
I was running late, so that automatically means that everything I need to find, I can't find. After all, doesn't that come right after Newton's Law?
Micah finally helped me find my skirt, which had somehow managed to find itself buried under his pile of clothes (go figure?), so I finished getting dressed, went downstairs and gathered my million bags together, grabbed two packages of instant grits for my breakfast and stuck them in my purse, along with some Ramen noodles for lunch, an apple, and some Triscuits.
By this time, it's 7:15 and I only have fifteen minutes to do the most important thing of the morning: pump.
The only problem was that Caleb had been feeding on me recently and so I didn't have much left to pump, so in the end I was only able to get half of my normal amount, which means that I'll be coming home during lunch time in order to feed him and drop off my "production". We needed extra for today because I'll be going grocery shopping at the commissary after work and he'll need the yum-yum until I get home. But we'll manage, right? I mean, what else are we going to do?
On that note, does anyone have any advice for increasing milk production? Right now I'm producing enough for the day, plus a little extra for when we have to be out and about and I can't feed. There used to be a good supply in reserve but this past month's activities have depleted those until we're barely squeaking by. I'm going to increase how often I pump (from every 3-4 to every 2-3), and I'm making sure to drink plenty of fluids, etc, but is there anything else? Any specific type of food or herbs that help? Or just some great thing I'm missing? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
"Overslept and Underpumped"