How I'm faring

Both kids are down. I can be thankful for that. But I'm kind of bracing for a rocky night.

We had a nice evening at Drew & Hoa's but single motherhood of two is a bit crazy. What could be easier than bringing two kids across the street for dinner? First off, for the 2nd day in a row, the kids' napping was perfectly misaligned so I had no time to rest nor properly pack up. Grabbing things at the last minute like a binky, bottle, Tobey's jacket, a booster seat (couldn't remember if they had one) and have a hand free to have Tobey hold my hand across the street? Ha!

When we got there, I was lucky that Eli was cooperative in the playpen in the kitchen long enough for Tobey to get a decent meal and for me to get 80% of mine. Then I had to hold him, prepare a bottle for him, etc. and that's where I was glad I had extra hands to help me through the evening. Luckily, Eli fell asleep in the Baby Bjorn towards the end of the night, the thing I was hoping for so that he'd get a good feeding this evening.

Thanks to Tobey, the bedtime routines started off normal. But after Tobey went down and I sat to nurse Eli, Eli went into one of his fussy feeding modes. I started to stress out which didn't help my milk even more and then I was convinced I didn't have enough milk (from a stressful and warm/sweaty evening) and that's why Eli was fussing and then that kind of stressed me out even more. After gulping another 32 oz. of water, I felt one let down and even prepped a bottle for me to feed him (a sure losing proposition). None of that worked so I just put Eli down. Miraculously, he went down without crying. But I anticipate him waking in the middle of the night hungry.

Luckily tomorrow morning is straight forward -- ALCF moms planning meeting which means Tobey in the nursery and surely Eli will get swiped up by Christine. Maybe that will be my break and I can get through to tomorrow dinner.

Strangely enough Tobey didn't ask about Tom once today. I was kind of sad that he didn't but at the same time I was glad that he wasn't whiny or crying about that. I'm positive that when Tom steps through that door though, he'll get a warm welcome from Tobey...and from me.