One last thing on TPB — Jeanne asked me how I didn’t have a purse, and I described what I do carry — a bifold wallet, and my keys, but even my keys are on a carabiner, and I clip off only what I need for that specific task. For instance, if I’m going to the store and Dave and Ingrid are going to be home, I clip off, and only take, my car keys. If I’m going for a walk, I clip off only my house key. My carabiner is the best thing ever, it actually has 3 separate clips, and it’s in a circle shape, so one section is for my house keys (House key and garage key on single ring), one is for my car keys (my car key, Dave’s car key, and my remote locker on single ring) and, when applicable, a single ring for work keys. I don’t attach grocery store cards or the like to my keys, because it makes it too fussy. So, yeah. The Metro should hold my keys and wallet + diapers (and even my little camera, I think) pretty well. And I realllly want it. Which leads me to the point of this post….
It’s my first day. I start tonight. I’m nervous, in some ways, not about the job (puh-leeze) but about leaving Ingrid, pumping, etc. I tried to stock up with pumping this weekend, but I really doubt I have enough for tonight with my meager 8 oz. I also think, a day too late, that I need bigger horns for my pump, because pumping effing HURTS me. And then it hurts when I nurse, which has never been an issue after the first week or so. Some research has led me to think that it’s the horn size, so I’ve ordered larger ones, and maybe/hopefully that will help. The 8oz I eked out was HARD WON, let me tell you, but also the pumping was on top of feeding on-demand, as opposed to replacing a feeding, and anytime I replace a feeding, pumping is much easier. What this all leads up to, is that I’m pretty much resigned to the fact that formula will cross Ingrid’s little rosebud lips at some point tonight, and I’m okay with that. For the most part.
When I quit smoking, I knew that if I had ONE puff of a cigarette, it was all over for me,so I’ve spent the last five years consciously not taking one puff. It’s all or nothing for me, and I KNOW that. For whatever reason, I have this fear that formula will be the all or nothing of feeding for Ingrid, and that when the can is cracked open, across town, my breasts will somehow KNOW and dry up. Completely and totally irrational, I KNOW. But there, still.
If the formula is cracked tonight, it doesn’t necessarily mean it will be tomorrow — I’ll be pumping a replacement feed at work, so my stash will be replenished, and when the new horns come in, hopefully that makes a difference, too. And THEN, after this week of training, I will only be working half the hours, so I’ll be away less. On top of that, I KNOW people who have been very successful with supplementing as needed, and still maintaining a supply and good nursing relationship and all of that. So, really, I just need to chill the fuck out.
It will be a good thing for me to have a part-time job, it will. The money will certainly be nice, and it will still allow me to do the things like going to library storytime or not having to be all schedule-crazy when it comes to ped appointments. I don’t have to wake up Ingrid and try to schedule her, because I have to get to childcare and work and all of that. For the bulk of her waking hours, I will be here. And for her biggest nighttime nurse, I will be here. Once I start my regular schedule, I’ll be missing just about 1.5 hours of her awake time, 3 or 4 nights a week. See, writing it out makes it easier to fathom, I think. Plus, great discountl, and foot in the door at a great company.
I called my friend Jess, who’s been working there for over a year, for reassurance, and she was great. If I take the longview, this is really not that bad a deal. The short view — 40 hrs of training, (where I just KNOW — and was seconded by Jess — that I will be helping people on either side of me learn how to use the computer systems) learning [company]Speak, meeting my Quality Coach, filing TPS Reports, etc, that’s going to suck. It’s only temporary, though, and is a good solution for Right Now.
And, if I survive this week, I am SO getting that damn bag. I’ll have earned it in mental and nipple anguish.