January 4th, 2010
My day started at midnight...as most my days do now, since the birth of my daughter Abigail. She is not a crying baby. She's actually quite pleasant (a trait many other new mothers and fathers are jealous of) and is the sunshine in our lives. This morning when she first woke up I couldn't help but laugh at her. She had one hand on her mouth, which was opened wide in a yawn and the other punching herself in the cheek as she sneezed mid yawn. So I picked her up and handed her to my husband as I ventured into the kitchen to make her bottle. I am amazed at how MESSY formula is!!! That stuff gets everywhere! I have spent several minutes carefully planning how to put the powder in the bottle without getting on the counter, bottle and myself. Last night I believed to have successfully done so BUT.... don't ask me how, it must have been a little fairy, but I had powder in my hair and down on my pants. I will not lie a few tears escaped my eyes and made it down my cheek...I decided then that I hate formula powder.
Not only does it manage to take over your kitchen it inks it's way on your clothes, dishes and carpet!! It's like dust but sticky and dry! I was putting on my eyeshadow this afternoon and formula powder was in my eyeshadow!!!!!! That was the final straw I ran down stairs and yelled at my formula containers and stuffed them in the cupboard. I know I'm a real mature adult.... anyway....I was talking about my day...
So I fed her and laid back down to sleep. I didn't wake up until 5:45am when my husband was just waking up for work.....work starts at 6:00am for him on Mondays and Tuesdays. I fed Abby and she ate fast and quickly went back to sleep. I fell asleep again and woke up at 8:30 to feed her the next bottle. I made four ounces and she only drank two. I fell asleep holding her close to my chest (always a sweet and tender moment to wake with her next to me!) and the bottle resting between my legs. I woke up to this incredible wet sensation beneath me and on me. Instantly I realized I had wet the bed.....panicking I laid Abigail in her bassinet and took off my pj's. I noticed right away that they did not smell like urine...but another familiar scent that recently just entered my life. Upon further investigation and intense sniffing and the finding of an EMPTY bottle, I realized Abby's bottle had leaked out right onto our sheets and onto me. This was a very unfortunate event for formula; my frustration with it only grew more.
Since my bed was now wet and my sheets "formulated" I had no choice but to get up for the day. I played with Abigail for an hour or so and held her hands as she tried with all she had, to fill her diaper with a wonderfully, gross present for me to change. I always know when she's done because a huge smile radiates her face as to say "mommy I made something for you!".
Jon came home from work shortly after and climbed into bed with us. After feeding Abigail we took a nap. Actually it was more like Jonathan taking a nap. I was sick to my stomach. The night before I had a very unpleasant phone conversation with me mother and it really took a toll on me. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Well this afternoon Jon went to his mother's to throw our sheets and blanket in the wash (our little washer would only fit a corner of each). While he was gone my mom stopped by, completely unannounced. I was just getting into the shower when the door bell rang and planned to ignore it since I had no idea who it was. It rang three or four times and finally my phone rang. I stepped out of the shower and saw that it was my mom calling. I returned her call to find out she was at my door. I hurried and got dressed and let her in. I was SO HAPPY that she came to see me!!!! It made me feel so important that she went out of her way to visit me. We both talked for awhile and without speaking it knew we were both forgiven and had moved on. Things are rough right now for her.
Her and my dad adopted my four younger siblings and me about six years ago. They have done so much for us. He was a very successful as a pharmaceutical rep and farmer. Well now he's jobless and without going into detail about their personal trials, all I have to say it: When it rains it pours!
It hurts me to see people who have done such wonderful great things struggling so much. They have done a great work for this world and I wish so badly something would happen for them. My dad is 62 and no one wants to hire him. He still has three children at home and in high school and a wife and his and their well being to support.
After my mother left, Jon and I visited and worked on our house and watched some Seinfeld. A show I vowed to never like....only because of Newman. I can't stand his character. I do however love Elaine and Kramer (don't tell my husband, but I like Seinfeld now). He left for the BSU-TCU bowl game around 5:45 and began blogging. After stopping several times to feed and burp and play with my daughter, only to type in between naps, I found myself famished....
Half time came and my husband brought me home the oh so delectable Sirloin Burger from Jack in the Box....he truly loves me (said with sincerity and no sarcasm)!!! I am now waiting for my prince to come driving home in our white mule of a car....the closet thing we have to a white horse! I am glad BSU won! 17-10!!!! Which means he'll be in a good mood!!! I'm really moody right now and need him to be in a good mood. I started my cycle today, just 5 weeks after my baby was born...now I know ONE reason why I liked pregnancy!!! No periods!!!! Maybe I'll get pregnant again.........*quick and sudden shudders just over took my body* On second thought I'll deal with my monthly visitor for a few more years!
Well I'm off now!! Good Night!!!! And Go BSU!!!
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