First weekend back to work has passed. Friday night I cried sooo much and then in the car on the way to work Saturday morning and then again when the girl I got report from asked me how the baby was. :-) Two things I learned: I really, really hate pumping. I really love breastfeeding. I think I had to get away from it to realize I do indeed feel a connection with her and love calming her down and letting her eat. Saturday night's breastfeeding went sooo freaking well. It was truly a blessing. All of Sunday I just thought about how I wanted to get home and share that time with her. I had a bunch of questions for Mellanie, the lactation consultant that I worked with and she hasn't been great about emailing me back. But, this weekend she did write back and it was nice to have feelings validated and general advice.
One concern is sleep on the weekend. I worked off adrenaline just fine on Saturday but Sunday. . . wow. I was so tired. And I got a little crapped on, too!! (Not literally! haha. Though, it does happen in my job). I started out with two pt's that were seemingly easy but they were so busy! And then they gave me a third pt at 11. Admitting is not fun. I hate all the paperwork. I was so behind. I didn't get to sit down and eat till around 2:30. I don't know how it's going to work with pumping. There were several close calls with clogged milk ducts. I get so busy and before I know it, it's been almost 5 hours since I last pumped. Next weekend will have to be better. I will have to trust my coworkers and let them help me. I feel so bad putting it on them but they reiterate that they understand and tell me to go.
There was a Harry Potter marathon on ABC yesterday and all my pt's were watching it in their rooms. I was so jealous. So, today, I'm going to be really freaking lazy and watch my own marathon of Harry Potter. Hee hee hee!
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