I got up Monday morning and had my usual breakfast with Mom. But something seemed different! I couldn’t tell exactly what, but I eventually discovered that Mom was going to spend her first night (in fact, two nights!) away from me. She had some important meetings with Wal-Mart to help save the world!
Mom had done such a good job storing up milk in the freezer that it looked like I might be able to make all the way until Mom got back on Wednesday night without breaking out the formula. Since I had so much of Mom’s milk stored up, my eating schedule was almost as exactly like it was when Mom was around, except that instead of the nursing four feedings with Mom, I got all 8 or so of my daily meals by bottle.
Dad was around Monday and Tuesday, so my night-time routine was also exactly the same (and I even got a bath on Tuesday). Monday was uneventful — just the usual fun with Nana and Grandpa Yagan. I even slept pretty well for Dad — in fact, that night I slept all the way through the night and he didn’t even have to get up once (except he got to start his Tuesday at 5:00 am).
Tuesday was a lot of fun, but nothing too new. I started getting hungry for my last bottle at around 7:00, but Mom left strict rules to stick to the usual routine as closely as possible, which meant that I wasn’t supposed to eat until 8. The thing is, because I usually eat half my meals nursing with Mom, we don’t know exactly how much I eat on a given day, so it has been tricky to guess how much frozen-milk-from-a-bottle to eat throughout the day.
Anyway, Dad distracted me on his bed for about 25 minutes and then he gave me the world’s longest bath, all in the interest in amusing me until 8. Well, he did it and after my bath I got some milk that Mom left me.
I couldn’t let Dad have two easy nights, so I woke up at ate around 3:00 on Wednesday morning. Dad had a business meeting so he had to catch an early plane. Nana was up early and we had a fun day together. Mom was getting in after my bedtime, and I know Mom and Dad really wanted me to get through the day without resorting to the formula. We came sooooo close, but I ended up needingabout 3 ounces of formula. I know I can’t drink Mom’s milk forever, so it’s probably a good thing that I got started. Nana mixed it with “real” milk, so it didn’t even taste too different.
Mom brought tons and tons of milk back with her from her trip (thanks, Mom!), so I was back to all Mom’s milk as soon as I woke up on Thursday. All in all, the week went really smoothly (thanks Dad, Nana, and Grandpa!).
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