Breasts, Babies and Bowels

Anna didn't eat much today. I could tell she was having some stomach issues late yesterday, last night and this morning, when the girl had gas that could rival any old man after a broccoli buffet. I heard her in the room this afternoon, just as I was gearing down to take a 20- or 30-minute time out for myself while both kiddies slept, and heard a volcanic explosion. Poor baby. I picked her up to change her and check her out, and there it was: Poop up to here. ("Here" would entail all up her backside and soaking through her darling outfit and receiving blanket.) 

So much for that time out. 

I am a big fan of schedules, and believe that a scheduled baby is a happy baby. But she makes it nearly impossible. Gabe had (and still has) his bath every night before bed. This one, well, yesterday she needed a bath by 10 a.m. because of a spit-up fiasco. Then another one at midnight. Now this one, at 3 in the afternoon. I'm probably looking at another one by 1 a.m. 

Manny had arrived home just before she ruptured her diaper and was chilling out on the couch as I rushed her into the bathroom to get her cleaned up. I kissed her precious lil' cheeks and laughed this off, even though I really, really, really wanted that time out and just wanted to cry instead. As I start the water and wait for it to reach luke warm, Manny comes in. It was his first day back at The View in almost 4-weeks, and his hours are usually 6 a.m. - 2 p.m. By 7 a.m. I had a text message from him saying how much he missed me... Ahh. I missed him too. A lot. This past month there were the days we wanted to strangle each other from so much time spent together but the great days definitely out weighed the strangle days. So anyway, back to topic. 

Manny came into the bathroom and asked if he could get us anything. Baby wash: Check. Baby wash cloth: Check. Baby towel: No go. So he returned with a towel and then asked if he could bathe her. He hadn't done so yet, and I was grateful that One, he wanted to; and Two, he wanted to at this particular moment. I ran out of the bathroom so fast and headed straight for the bed! I knew in 5 minutes they'd be out of the bath and she'd be ready for the Breast. (I was right.)

I am trying to soak in the wonderfulness of all of this, but at times this can get a bit rough. Luckily at the end of the day I can look at my two beautiful kids in their comfortable, warm beds and it makes it all worth it. 

P.S. For my fellow watchers of weight out there, I am a bit daunted by "15 pounds" as my next goal. So to break it down and make my goal a little more achievable before deciding to "throw in the towel" (which I came close to today because of it was kind of a stressful day and all I wanted to do was e-a-t) I am setting a goal of 7 pounds. The 7-pound weight-loss goal is a good one because once I lose those 7 pounderoos, I can say: "I have lost 50 pounds!!" And to think of saying that makes my heart leap!! Once I hit that mark, I can keep going, and by that point, I'll have 8 pounds to my When-I-Met-Manny weight. But 15 pounds was a bit much, and anytime I have said to myself EVER in my life "I'm gonna lose 15 pounds" IT NEVER HAPPENS!! These little (yet big) goals work much better for me. And after the 2 scoops of cookie dough I ate today, I can get back on track and not be too disheartened to just give it all up. I WILL be able to say "I've lost 50 pounds" soon. I know it, I can feel it. I'm gonna work for it!!! And a quick note on the picture above, I picked it because the woman on it wasn't super stick thin. She looks healthy. And this is what this weight loss is all about. Well, that, and fitting back into my favorite American Eagle Outfitters jeans, where I haven't been able to shop in a little over 3 years.