When last we met everything was rosy. Peter was adjusting as well as being awesome, I was feeling good, things were setting down. Jamie was extremely obliging about sleeping and being cute and cutely sleeping as well as sleeping cutely. I went to my six week checkup and was cleared, given a birth control prescription ( hilar) and told that I would be seen in a year.
Off we went, for one glorious week of family fun, AND I even started to clean this filthy house. AND I had a plan formulated for when Mr. went back to work on April 30th. It was a great week. Busy, but also great.
And then.
Monday afternoon it all. went. to. shit. We were having a nice day, company was coming, dinner was already cooking on the stove and I was cleaning up. I could tell Jamie wanted to nurse but I was trying to hurry and finish the kitchen before he got too pissed. Peter was napping. And then Mr. tripped and fell on our basement stairs.
We had to go to the ER, thankfully my neighbor pulled in at the last second before we left and stayed with Peter so I was not dragging both kids along with us. We got there and I dropped off Mr while I parked the car. WAY FREAKING FAR and then walked back. We did all the Er junk.
In the back Jamie wanted to nurse so we did. While I kept Mr company and also was on the phone with the insurance company. Multitasking Mommy rides again. I had enough going on so I did not bother to cover up Jamie. I mean, we were in a hospital, right? We had the "screen of semi-privacy" and all.
Mr. had a sprain and a snapped tendon and a bone chip. Some woman came over to put a temporary cast on him and said "oh you are breastfeeding." I said I didn't mind and she said she did because she was modest. AND then She HID behind a curtain saying she was all sweaty and THEN this other woman came and threw a sheet over me. Like it was shameful or indecent or something. I was so shocked that I just laughed. Because how inappropriate is that?
Soooo I took off the sheet and finished up, I changed Jamie and we left. But I was not happy with them. The next morning I called and they said it sounded like a personal preference of the employee. So I said that of the hundreds of 7 dollar an hour employees I had trained every single one of them had been told that breastfeeding is a protected right and that her employees should be at LEAST as well trained as a retail employee and that surely in an ER where there are people with gunshots wounds etc that me breastfeeding would be you know NOT HORRIFIC. Then I said I have nursed at the zoo, car dealerships, and bookstores and if a car dealership could handle it, a hospital could. If breastfeeding is considered a national health priority, then I would hope a hospital would be supportive of it, ESPECIALLY if you are getting government grants.
They said they would investigate and call me back. I have not heard from them. Nor do I expect to. Dumbasses. Come on now. If you are wondering which hospital it was( I would wonder) it was Lower Bucks Hospital.
We normally would not go there, our preferred hospital is in New Jersey, but this one is right around the corner from us and Mr. was in too much pain to make it to New Jersey.
Soooo, our positions are reversed now. Mr. can't climb any stairs so he is sleeping on the couch. I am in charge of all naps, baths, cleaning, cooking, errands, and about 80% of the childcare. It is INSANE. Mainly because we are starting in a hole since the house has not been deep cleaned in seven weeks. I have done about 15 loads of wash over the last three days. I am almost caught up. And I am sloooooowly getting the house cleaner. Like..the monster pile of clothes that were leftover from winter since March can be cold that have to get put away in the basement. That's taken care of. And we had a disaster in the nursery. One of our cats got shut in there and you can guess what happened. So that's fixed, but I had to rewash a ton of laundry and blankets and just ick. My poor cat, apparently she has decided she likes to sleep UNDER the crib and with Peter running around and Jamie crying and all we could not hear her. So she was in there ALL DAY. Poor baby.
It is very, VERY hard trying to keep the house safe for Mr. since about 2/3 of Peter's toys have WHEELS. Toys with wheels + crutches = bad times. If the bone in Mr's foot shifts he will have to get an operation. Mr. starts back at work on Monday and I will be loading the boys into the car for an hour ( minimum) round trip twice a day, for weeks. WEEKS. I am guessing my blogging will be sporadic at best for a while. I had better try and sleep. I am all keyed up. Peter has been having a repeat of all the problems we had when I first came home from the hospital, since Mr. cannot go upstairs to tuck him in and read him stories and cuddle. Peter has been getting up in the night and crying for Daddy. It's so sad. Hopefully he will get used to it, since Mr. is going to be off bedtime duty for at least three weeks, and probably way more. And yes, if you are wondering that does mean that I get Jamie all night, every night and most of the day with no break. He had a bad night last night, but normally he is a pretty good sleeper thank GOD.
Off we went, for one glorious week of family fun, AND I even started to clean this filthy house. AND I had a plan formulated for when Mr. went back to work on April 30th. It was a great week. Busy, but also great.
And then.
Monday afternoon it all. went. to. shit. We were having a nice day, company was coming, dinner was already cooking on the stove and I was cleaning up. I could tell Jamie wanted to nurse but I was trying to hurry and finish the kitchen before he got too pissed. Peter was napping. And then Mr. tripped and fell on our basement stairs.
We had to go to the ER, thankfully my neighbor pulled in at the last second before we left and stayed with Peter so I was not dragging both kids along with us. We got there and I dropped off Mr while I parked the car. WAY FREAKING FAR and then walked back. We did all the Er junk.
In the back Jamie wanted to nurse so we did. While I kept Mr company and also was on the phone with the insurance company. Multitasking Mommy rides again. I had enough going on so I did not bother to cover up Jamie. I mean, we were in a hospital, right? We had the "screen of semi-privacy" and all.
Mr. had a sprain and a snapped tendon and a bone chip. Some woman came over to put a temporary cast on him and said "oh you are breastfeeding." I said I didn't mind and she said she did because she was modest. AND then She HID behind a curtain saying she was all sweaty and THEN this other woman came and threw a sheet over me. Like it was shameful or indecent or something. I was so shocked that I just laughed. Because how inappropriate is that?
Soooo I took off the sheet and finished up, I changed Jamie and we left. But I was not happy with them. The next morning I called and they said it sounded like a personal preference of the employee. So I said that of the hundreds of 7 dollar an hour employees I had trained every single one of them had been told that breastfeeding is a protected right and that her employees should be at LEAST as well trained as a retail employee and that surely in an ER where there are people with gunshots wounds etc that me breastfeeding would be you know NOT HORRIFIC. Then I said I have nursed at the zoo, car dealerships, and bookstores and if a car dealership could handle it, a hospital could. If breastfeeding is considered a national health priority, then I would hope a hospital would be supportive of it, ESPECIALLY if you are getting government grants.
They said they would investigate and call me back. I have not heard from them. Nor do I expect to. Dumbasses. Come on now. If you are wondering which hospital it was( I would wonder) it was Lower Bucks Hospital.
We normally would not go there, our preferred hospital is in New Jersey, but this one is right around the corner from us and Mr. was in too much pain to make it to New Jersey.
Soooo, our positions are reversed now. Mr. can't climb any stairs so he is sleeping on the couch. I am in charge of all naps, baths, cleaning, cooking, errands, and about 80% of the childcare. It is INSANE. Mainly because we are starting in a hole since the house has not been deep cleaned in seven weeks. I have done about 15 loads of wash over the last three days. I am almost caught up. And I am sloooooowly getting the house cleaner. Like..the monster pile of clothes that were leftover from winter since March can be cold that have to get put away in the basement. That's taken care of. And we had a disaster in the nursery. One of our cats got shut in there and you can guess what happened. So that's fixed, but I had to rewash a ton of laundry and blankets and just ick. My poor cat, apparently she has decided she likes to sleep UNDER the crib and with Peter running around and Jamie crying and all we could not hear her. So she was in there ALL DAY. Poor baby.
It is very, VERY hard trying to keep the house safe for Mr. since about 2/3 of Peter's toys have WHEELS. Toys with wheels + crutches = bad times. If the bone in Mr's foot shifts he will have to get an operation. Mr. starts back at work on Monday and I will be loading the boys into the car for an hour ( minimum) round trip twice a day, for weeks. WEEKS. I am guessing my blogging will be sporadic at best for a while. I had better try and sleep. I am all keyed up. Peter has been having a repeat of all the problems we had when I first came home from the hospital, since Mr. cannot go upstairs to tuck him in and read him stories and cuddle. Peter has been getting up in the night and crying for Daddy. It's so sad. Hopefully he will get used to it, since Mr. is going to be off bedtime duty for at least three weeks, and probably way more. And yes, if you are wondering that does mean that I get Jamie all night, every night and most of the day with no break. He had a bad night last night, but normally he is a pretty good sleeper thank GOD.
