10 and Some Change

My Aubrey Rose,

You turned ten months old an embarrassing amount of time ago. Here is the most recent (phone) photo of you:

So many people have said that you don't even look like a baby and must admit I have to agree most of the time. You look and act like such a little lady but when it's time for some milk I see you revert right back to my little, itty bitty baby again. 

There is so much you can do now:

• Wave bye bye, but ONLY when you want to
• Say "mama"
• Pull yourself up and cruise along the furniture, like a total mini boss
• Walk when we hold you by the hands
• Use your musical push toy and walk wherever you want to go, again, like a total mini boss
• Dance, when you hear music
• Give kisses, but only when you want to
• Splash in the bath....A LOT
• Stand for up to 45 seconds at a time, yes, I timed it!
• You still love the boob - I swear, it is a miracle worker

I am sure there is more that I cannot think of....darn that mama brain.

Oh! You still have your two "official" teeth but you have two more coming in - the top front two. Oh man, my love, we had a few rough days with those bad boys. Your shrill, painful cry broke me and my mama heart so bad I resorted to more than just the teething tablets and Oragel. We gave you baby tylenol and boy, did it make you groggy. You slept like you were a newborn. But, it looks like one has broken through and the other one is right there. Hopefully they will be out soon! 

I love you so, so much. You don't know how often we get stopped by people wanting to be in your little world even if just for a moment or two. You appear to captivate people in such an intense way, just like your Papa. You have quite the personality. You are sweet and loving and goofy and emotional and curious and fearless. The perfect mix of me and Papa. 

I still have a touch of baby fever but your Papa and I are talking about buying a house and he recently started some online classes. So, another baby will have to wait. In time, my love. I can't wait to see you as a big sister. 

I haven't gotten around to taking your ten month photos but I plan to do so this weekend. We also want to take you to the pumpkin patch so we can get some Halloween inspired photos to send to family. 

You are and always be my heart and soul, my pride and joy. 

I love you more than a million gummi bears.

Love,

Mama

Inside

Three weeks ago my battle with pumping at work hit it's peak.

The update: I found out who the dirty rat was. I know, I know, it isn't very nice to call someone a dirty rat. But.....this is what really pissed me the Eff off. It was a disgruntled ex-employee. Someone who I distinctly recall telling that I needed to pump and that if it bothered her she needed to leave my office. Someone who said how amazing it was that I was able and willing to pump at work for my child. Someone who frickin ENCOURAGED me to do so because I was able. Someone who sat there and told me that if she had been able to pump at work she would have but she couldn't relax enough so she eventually had to stop breastfeeding altogether.

Ugh, I could go on and on and on about this but the bottom line was that I was (and still am) disgusted. I am so disappointed in the route that my district manager and HR handled the situation. Seriously, I was so bothered by it that I couldn't pump at work for several days. Not to be confused with not sitting down and pumping but that when I'd retreat to my safe zone I would only get a half ounce out of each breast.

 I have since then purchased a curtain to block myself off.

 And you want to know what? That makes me uncomfortable.

Why? Because the rest of my team has been nothing but supportive and to have to hide away makes me feel embarrassed. Like I am doing something wrong. I understand that it makes some people uncomfortable and to that I say, get a grip. Why on earth is society still in a place where breastfeeding is taboo? What did people do before formula?

It's not like I am exposing myself to anyone. As proud as I am to breastfeed my daughter in public and pump at work I am still fairly modest about it. I don't whip out my breast and leave it in the open. I cover as much as possible and feed and/or pump. Even my male team members support it. They tell me all of the time that it is natural and even they don't understand what the big damn deal is.

WTF?

 My supply has since dropped and I am fighting like mad to get it back.

Defeated.

I was so upset. So upset. Need I reiterate that I was upset? Clearly, I still am. Merely typing this out makes my tummy churn and makes my heart flutter.

Needless to say when things like this happen I go inside of myself. I hide away to lick my wounds and try to heal. It hasn't been easy. When I hide away I tend to hide from everything.

It is hard to heal when someone has attacked your heart and soul. I feel like someone tried to physically hurt Aubrey. I feel like a mama tiger ready to pounce at any given moment. I naturally always feel like that when it comes to my girl but I feel a million times more so now.

I have tried to write this post twenty times. But I couldn't bring myself to open up. I still hesitate as I sit here punching away at the keys of this laptop. I pause every sentence and question whether or not to let the world know.

But in the end it is therapeutic to type this. To release my thoughts on the rest of the world is as cleansing as that random storm that hit Southern California last Thursday. Being upset is exhausting. Hiding the hurt and anger is even more exhausting.

Naked and exposed.

My Right to Pump

As everyone knows I am a breastfeeding mama. I am damn proud of this and will continue as long as I can.

The following was taken from an email I sent to my local representative of the La Leche League. Some elements were cut out for the sake of privacy but you will get the jist of it. 

Any advice or support would be greatly appreciated.

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Hello,

I am having an issue at work. I am a breastfeeding mother and I pump at work at least once, sometimes twice a day while I am at work. There isn't anywhere for me to pump that is private other than the restroom. My "office" is nothing more than a section in the backroom that is wide open to team members walking in and out of and they have to pass it to get to the very back where the fridge and freezer are. Up until recently that did not bother me; I would simply tell my team that I needed to pump and that if they chose to enter my office that they did so under their own risk. No one has had an issue that I am aware of. I would simply face my computer, keep my apron, work shirt and undershirt on and pump very modestly. If someone needed something I would talk to them facing the computer or simply turn my head. 

Anyway, Friday I received a phone call from my district manager asking me if I pump in "public" to which I of course reply "no." I don't even know what that means... She said that there were some issues raised in regards to me pumping at work and she wanted me to make sure that I was aware that I couldn't do that. Naturally, it was busy in my store during that time so I assured her that I do not "pump in public" and got off of the phone.

After hanging up I became really upset. I never questioned my company about my right to a clean, private area in which for me to pump that they DO NOT provide. And I most certainly remain as modest as possible. So I contacted HR and they said they had no idea about the laws and policies of pumping in the workplace. She asked me about my store setup, how and where I pump, where I store my milk (in a cooler in my bag with my pump). I told her I was unhappy with the way this "issue" was presented and that I really had no other choice because I breastfeed therefore I must pump at work. She said she would have to forward this to her manager and see what they could do. 

I need advice. I mean, I am not normally one to cause a scene but I am truly and passionately upset about the way this issue was raised and they way it is being handled. It is making me sick. I cannot be the only woman with this issue at the company and I don't want another woman having to have to deal with it. I am so bothered by it that I couldn't bring myself to pump at work on Saturday because I didn't want anyone saying anything. And that isn't fair. It's not fair to me and it is definitely not fair to my nine month old daughter. I plan to continue breastfeeding; we are doing baby led weaning so I will have to continue to pump at work regardless in order to maintain my supply.

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I am a myriad of emotions over this. I still feel sick just thinking about it. I have never felt so violated in my life. 

I am the type of gal who will takes hits until I am dead on the ground and I will just work harder. I do not complain. But this...? This will be taken as far as I can take it. No one should have to deal with this. 

I truly do not want to take this as far as the legal system but I am prepared to do so. I am not looking for compensation, although I believe they should have to pay the $100 per day fine for not providing me with what I am legally entitled to.

Here we go...

Oh My!

Hey guys! Guess what?!

I was given my very first blog award by a lovely mama over at Life As A Lake. Check her out!


I knew that I had followers but I didn't really think anyone actually read my posts!

So here are the award "rules":

1. Include this award logo in either your acceptance post or somewhere in your acceptance.
2. Answer 10 questions about yourself.
3. Pass the award onto 10-12 deserving bloggers.
4. Add a link on your post to all the talented winners and comment on their page to let them know they've been deemed amazing.
5. Thank the brilliant soul that recognized your talent and bestowed this wonderful award on you...and of course link back to them as well!

1. If you could live anywhere, where would you live?

I would live in a forest somewhere. But the forest would have to be relatively close to the city haha. See, I love the idea of being away from people but I still need to get my fix every now and then.

2. If you could vacation anywhere, where would you go?

Somewhere exotic on a beach somewhere. 

3. What's your favorite part of blogging?

....When I remember/have more energy and time to write something I love the fact that it's my story and I can write freely. I love that Aubrey can look back if she chooses and read about her life. I also love that there are people out there going through the same things that I am experiencing as a first time mum.

4. Coffee or Hot Chocolate?

Coffee! But it has to be really sweet.

5. What kind of coffee & what do you put in it?

There is this amazing coffee shop about 15 minutes away called Coffee Klatch. I usually get the Creme Brulee either iced or blended. Fabulously yummy!

6. What do you do to relax?

Hmmmmmmm. When there is time left to relax after working as a manager 45 hours a week, working out to get my body back, caring for our home.....I like to just veg out on the couch and watch crappy TV, blog, shoot photos, and sleep!

7. How do you keep calm in a stressful situation?

Well, it depends on the situation, truthfully. If I am at work and it's super busy I actually find that that is where I get the most energy and enthusiasm for my job. If I am at work and I have an a-hole for a customer then I get really irritated but manager to maintain my cool by keeping in my that I am setting the example for my team. At home, I get agitated very easily but try to keep calm by taking a time out.

Beautiful skies or clear skies with stars?

Depends on the mood. I love beautiful sunsets and starry, starry nights.

9. Dog, cat or fish?

Dogs for sure! I have four!

10. Which last name do you like better, your married or maiden?

I am not married quite yet but I will take my husband's last name for sure. 

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The Bug

As Aubrey creeps closer and closer to the big FIRST birthday it seems that I have been bitten by a pesky little big. You know the one. The bug that kicks you in the pants out of the blue when you think you are just fine with what you have. The one that makes you oooh and ahhh and reminisce. The one that doubles you over with a sharp kick in the ovaries. The one that presses you to want to get it on with your ever so hott lover....

Baby fever.

Yes. Friends, I am letting you know now that I am sick with Baby Fever and while I don't think I am contagious it seems like it is spreading like wildfire in this house.

I miss this:

And this:

Whoa, Nelly.

I had been feeling it a little bit before we left on vacation. I would mention it here and there about how nice it would be to have another squishy infant in the house. But it hit me the hardest about three days in on our trip in San Francisco.

And it doesn't help that all I pretty much read are baby blogs and that some of my friends are expecting and constantly post photos on Facebook. 

It's all I can do not to think about having more babies. Even Roy mentioned that it would be nice to have another.....Grrrr. We were outside at his Granny's house looking up at the night sky when he kissed me - I told him he needed to back off because I am in serious baby mode and I was not joking around. So tell me why he chooses that moment to continue on and whisper in my ear that he was too?

We are not trying. Well....we really aren't preventing but at the same time we are cautious. Make sense? If it doesn't please don't ask ; )

Simply put now just isn't the time. There are other things we need to take care of like getting a bigger house and a bigger car. Things that aren't necessarily necessary for having baby number two but would make things a little bit easier and comfortable. 

Is the only cure for this to have another baby? 

Now, I must get back to Pinning on my Baby Number Two board!

Until next time...

Full Term

My Dear Aubrey,

You have been nine months old for a few days; if I were pregnant we would be considered full term right about now.

That's me about a year ago.

Let's see what this last month brought us, shall we?

You crawled not too long after you turned eight months and you have become a pro at getting to where you want to go.

You can also pull yourself up. Your papa and I almost missed the first time it happened because one minute you were playing with your toys while we were looking up things to do in San Francisco and the next minute I felt something on my leg - YOU! You had the biggest smile on your face as we watched you pull your legs out from under your knees. 

You went on your first vacation to San Francisco. It took us about eight hours to get there. We drove in the middle of the night in hopes that you would sleep...you did sleep some but not as much as I would have liked.

That was about four hours after we got there.

You got to meet your Great Grandmother and several cousins and great aunts and uncles.

You sat on a horse for the first time.

You went to work with Mama for a day. 

You jibber jabber non-stop.

You reach out to be picked up or held.

You have always been an active baby but I swear, last Wednesday someone just hit the switch on you because you are go-go-go all. Of. The. Time. Which is both to my delight and frustration (at times). It makes me a little bit sad because you are slightly less cuddly because you want to move and explore. 

I feel like there is so much more that I am missing. 

We have to schedule your nine month well baby visit so we will be able to get your stats then. It seems as though you have slowed down a bit on the growing despite you being sooooo freakin heavy to carry around.

My love for you has increased a million times over. Every time I look at you my heart bursts with happiness and on the same stroke aches a little bit because I can see the baby you slipping away. I want so much for you to grow up and learn and see and do things but at the same time I want you to stay this little forever. 

Which brings me to..................another baby. Ay. It seems I have been bitten with the bug.

Your papa and I love you so, so, so much Aubrey Rose. We often look at you doing whatever you are doing, crawling, pulling the dog's tails, playing, sleeping, anything and we look at each other and say, "she is so effing cute." You have brought a lot of happiness and added so much richness and depth to our lives. It's hard to remember what life was like before you. 

I want so much for you. The world. I want for you to know that whatever your heart desires (within reason) you can have. Sometimes I watch you as you are sleeping and I wonder what you will be like a day from now. A week. A month. A year. A decade. Of course I have my ideas of what I would like you to be but ultimately I just want for you to be happy. To know that happiness is not bought or given to you but that you create it. That life is what you make of it. Sometimes that is a hard concept to live up to but it is the truth. 

Know that I will do my best to love and nurture and teach and provide you. I will give you everything I have and then some. 

Love,

Mama

P.S. Let's start planning your first birthday, yes?!?

Wordless-ish Wednesday

Happy nine months, Bird. 

Mama and Papa love you so much!