Today Matilda is turning four months old and I'm going to the office without her for the first time. My mother is babysitting (due to arrive any minute). I've got a paltry 8 ounces of frozen breastmilk stored for Matilda to drink today and I'm sure she'll be getting some formula as I'd rather her drink that than, oh, I don't know, starve. I'm so distressed about my crappy pumping outcome I dreamt about it all night.
If I'm forced to give up breastfeeding because I'm an underachieving pumper, I'll be bursting into tears everytime I give her a bottle. Add to pile of stress.
I could think of better ways to celebrate her four month birthday.
But look! Over here! We picked up a second-hand exersaucer for her this weekend and she seems to like it -- when she's not too tired to avoid bonking herself in the head.
