Today is my first day alone with Robby. I'll have to update later with how it goes. Last week we had some wonderful grandparents on hand, and Saturday, there will be great-grandparents stopping by, but for now I'm flying solo.
Not that there is all that much anyone else can do when you're breast-feeding. And with little dude eating every hour, I can't pump, so there's no break. I've managed two bottles so far, which he happily took from Chris...but then still wanted more, so there was STILL no break. Lil tired.
And...even Chris is out of the picture. Not just at work (which he is), but there was an accident. Sunday he was trying to be helpful and cook dinner, when the knife either slipped out of his hand, or fell, or he doesn't know. He just knows that one of our largest blades was falling towards Harper, who was laying at his feet, and his instinctual reaction was to catch the knife. It split his hand open, and blood was spraying everywhere. I didn't have anyone to call, so I packed up Robby and drove him to the emergency room. We ended up leaving him there and coming back later because the germs worried me.
Four stitches later, they are not sure if Chris cut a tendon, so we are waiting to see. But now, Chris can't even change a diaper or do the dishes. I'm really gaining even more respect for single moms. Not to mention, Robby had a rough day yesterday. Typical newborn stuff, but he was very fussy, refused to be set down, and has only slept about 4 hours in the last 24. I'm pretty worn. And, of course, typing this one-handed.
I have managed some amazing one-handed-ness. My mom was impressed by my cutting a banana for cereal, but psshhh. That was nothing. I gave Harper her PILL one-handed last night. Remember, our EPI mess of a dog can't have treats so it involves prying her jaw open and shoving it down her throat. I'm not even sure how I did it.
Anyway, wish me luck!