Anyone who has breastfed and pumped knows the ending to the phrase "there's no crying over spilled milk."
morning I woke up to make Silas's bottles for while I was at school,
and opened the fridge door to see a cascade of milk dripping from the
top shelf of the fridge. Turns out the bag of frozen milk I had thawing
had somehow gotten a hole. Not sure how.
was only four ounces. Even more thankfully, despite the initial
impression, it barely made a mess in the fridge, choosing to pool under
some of our leftovers containers rather than actually dripping onto food
on the lower shelves.
And I didn't cry, exactly. I
just threw up my hands in frustration. Of course the milk would spill on
the morning that I was running late(r than usual)! I try to remind
myself of positives every day, and the morning's positive thought was
that Silas snuck in a sleep session from about 11pm to 3am last night,
which I'm hoping will trend to better sleeping habits. (The two nights
before then, he woke up every. hour.)
So I'm tired and
exasperated, but I know that I can do anything as long as it's not
forever, and Silas will have to start sleeping somewhat better some day.
Here's to half a year with my favorite baby!