Thursday, July 21, 2011
I'd just like to take a moment to mention what a knock out Mr. Mom Ben is turning out to be.
Their first day home alone last week got to a rough start. Even though we had been practicing once or twice a week with the bottle, it still wasn't Henry's idea of a party. And he let it be known that morning. I am pretty sure he cried more than he ever has in one day. Papa was stressed and I was sad as can be.
But by afternoon things turned around. Like a switch flipped and he realized the bottle thing wasn't so bad.
And now every day I come home to a happy smiling baby, dinner on the stove, and more chores done than I was ever able to get to in a day. (Ben more often comes home to find me and Henry asleep on the couch together, me having not even managed to feed myself lunch, and piles of laundry everywhere.)
Well done, Ben. You kill it.
PS.... Thanks for all your support on my last post. Obviously, Ben being so awesome has made the transition back to work a bit easier. But it is still hard sometimes. I am not (yet) managing to pump as much milk as Henry eats during a day. (Who knew it would be so hard?) Yesterday I *had* to go back to the office for something I forgot, and it caused me to miss out on nursing him at 5. Since regular nursing is crucial to keeping up supply, and I left the pump at work, I was so sad to miss this feeding. Which of coursed spiraled into all the sadness and guilt about not being at home with him. I cried the whole way home. Sigh.