No pictures here, just an update on being a single mom. We closed it out with a grand finale!
Night 3 - Emma-Grace's sleep schedule was slightly off, but nothing too dramatic.
Day 4/evening 4 - Ken was getting home very late, so I still had to do the night time routine. By now Anna was sick of me and had a major melt down when it was time to get ready for bed, even though I was going to let her sleep in my bed. So I calmed her down and got her settled. However, Emma-Grace was way overdue to eat and I was way overdue to pump (breast milk). So I come up with the plan to put Emma-Grace in her bouncer chair and I can feed her a bottle and pump at the same time. Great plan. I use the Playtex bottles with the plastic liners in them. I started to feed her then she wanted to stop. So I put the bottle down... I am sitting next to her hooked up to my pump. She decides that she is till hungry, so I pick up the bottle and for some reason the liner and all 4 ounces of priceless breast milk fall right out of the bottom of the bottle, all over me, the carpet and part of my bed. Emma-Grace must have caught the sent because she started to scream hysterically. Now, soaking in milk, I try to clean it up, but need to run downstairs to get more towels. I turn off the pump and go downstairs only to discover the biggest and blackest spider on the kitchen ceiling. It was at least an inch in diameter and fat! Being absolutely terrified of spiders, I instantly start to pass out. In the haze of passing out I realize that if I pass out on the floor, there is a good chance that the spider will come off the ceiling and crawl on me and possibly eat me... never mind the safety of my hungry 5 week old and p'd off 3 year old. So I force my self to "man up" and try to figure out what to do. I get shoes on and our canister vacuum. I suck up the spider in the vacuum and let the vacuum run for 5 mins just to be sure the monster is really in the vacuum and not hanging out in the hose, able to jump out and attack me. Of course, since the spider my still be alive, I take the canister vacuum out side and leave it in the garage for Ken to deal with. I collect a hungry Emma-Grace get a new bottle going, curse the other bottle, and feed her. Ken came home safe and sound and took over Emma-Grace's night time feeding for me... thanks honey!
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