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Falling into place

No more issues with pumping! I seem to be a pro now. One major difference is that I pump both sides now instead of just one. This helped to increase my supply. The other one is that I gave up on putting Sutton into the co-sleeper. Turns out that sleeping with him by my side actually increases my milk supply. A good friend helped me talk through my sleeping arrangement and helped me to realize - why change a good thing? Sutton is almost 4 months old which is one of the worst times to start a new sleeping regimen. It's the time of a marked sleep regression and the new super fun thing Sutton is doing called TEETHING. I feel as though it's necessary to write that in all caps because are you a Mom? Have you experienced TEETHING? No? I automatically hate you.

Jesus loves me, this I know. Not because of the bible, because of Hylands. According to an email from my husband (who is currently a stay at home Dad/business owner of a landscaping company that plows in the winter... you know... when there's actually snow) Sutton woke up screaming from his nap, Mike gave him 2 tablets and he passed right out. It's like chloroform for TEETHING, except it's all natural and I won't go to jail for using it on my kid. Win-win!!!

Also, I'm considering collecting all of Sutton's drool and sending it to Haiti. I'm pretty sure he could hydrate at least 1/2 of the population. Ponder that my friends.

Well that was short lived.

3 ounces. Twice. WTF? I purchased some Mother's Milk organic tea during lunch and we'll see what that does. It's sitting next to me steeping and taunting me. I hate fennel with a fiery passion (but I like black licorice jelly beans) and that's pretty much the main ingredient in this milk inducing concotion of digustingness. It says it's a "pleasantly aromatic balance of sweet, spicy and slightly bitter." I call that a crock of shit. The first ingredient is bitter fennel fruit. You can add the word fruit to the end of it, it still doesn't sound tasty. Would you like to drink some delicious feces fruit? No!? BUT IT SAYS FRUIT ON THE LABEL!!!

Sutton's cold is back. His tiny baby cough is sad and hilarious at the same time. I swear I'm not a wretched mother, you have to hear this cough for yourself. Imagine a 75 year old man who has smoked since he was 1 year old and that's what Sutton's cough sounds like. He'll start with the sweet, sad baby cough and end it with something like "huuuaaaaaaaaaaah!" Oh my God, I just realized, my baby sounds like Al Pacino. I do love Scent of a Woman.

"And that my friends is called integrity. That's called courage. Now that's the stuff leaders should be made of."

Where was I again? Oh right, Sutton is sick. This means nobody in the house is sleeping because we're all sick. I went to bed at 9pm last night and at around 11am I wasn't entirely convinced that I was actually at work rather than in bed dreaming that I was at work. What's the difference, really? Both require about the same level of participation and intelligence at this point. Actually, I think staying asleep may just be more difficult than my job. It's a sad state of affairs my friends and on that note I'm going to end this post because I'm 99% sure I'm not making any sense and 100% sure that if I continue it will go downhill from here.

"Uh oh, we got a moron here is that it?"

-Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade