OMG! My baby girl is 6 months, and I’m freaking excited about it. 6 months. Wowzers! How freaking amazeballs is that? I don’t know who was more thrilled about her half birthday me or P. I’m betting on me. Why you ask? Well 6 months was my end date for breatfeeding and pumping. It was my milestone, and I successfully made it. That’s right suckas, my days of pumping at work are O-V-E-R!!!!!!!!!!!! Let the choirs sing a mighty song of praise! I woke up that morning singing no more pumping for me. No more pumping for me. Thank God I’m free of pumping at work. Judge all you want, but that pumping was cumbersome. I did it just so I wouldn’t hear B’s mouth about P being 100% formula fed (like he had to do anything. last time i checked he didn’t have a boob to nurse or pump). You see, my supply was never high. I never got an overflow of milk. I made barely enough. I pumped three times a day and only got 6-8 ounces of milk initially. As she got older, my supply went down as she got hungrier. Toward the end, I was pumping 3 times and only getting 4 ounces. That was a waste. So I just stopped. No more cleaning my pumping parts. No more lugging my pump back and forth to work. No more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But what about nursing you ask? Well, to be honest, my right side aka the struggle breast never did much, and now, it doesn’t even produce milk. But the left aka my money maker is still holding on but has slowed down. P only nurses for 5 minutes once a day, and that’s simply so I can get what’s left in my breast out. Soon and very soon that will be a distant memory as well. YES!!!!!!!!!!! Unlike most, I never took to breastfeeding and pumping. I wanted to stop after 2 weeks, but again, I didn’t want to hear B’s mouth about all the benefits of breast milk so I pushed forward. Drank plenty of water, Gatorade, and mother’s tea. Sometimes I took Fenugreek. All so that baby girl could get some milk. Secretly, I think my body knew I was over it and slowed down on its own, and I’m not even mad about it.
Anywho, back to P and her half birthday……..
So I thought that I would celebrate it and do something special for her outside of letting her go to the doctor and get vaccinations. I mean really how shitty is that to get three shots on your half birthday. Bad mom! I guess. LOL! But she took those shots like a trooper and only cried once. No fever. No crankiness. She was back to my happy P in mere minutes.
Before the doctor, P and I went to the library for Baby Bookworm time. OMG! This was so fun. Dressed in her red (read saturated pink Sorors) and white Adidas tracksuit that her dad just had to buy her, we listened to stories, danced, played with a parachute, rubber ducky, and scarf, popped bubbles, smiled at other babies and toddlers, and read our own story. She had so much fun. Then we went to my mom’s house, and she showed me that she can walk backwards in her walker. We did an outfit change into a floral top and jeans. Then headed to the doctor and shopping afterwards. We wrapped our day up playing on her favorite kick and play gym, reading her favorite books Dada, Colors, and Brown Bear, watching her favorite cartoon The Lion Guard, and taking her 6-month pics. All in all it was a good day. Next up…. trying solids. EEK!
Yippee! I’m 6 months. I can sit up. I can roll like a pro. I hate sitting and am always trying to stand. My mom put down my polar bear rug from Wayfair, and I love trying to crawl on it. I finally got to rub on my doggie, and my mom tried to give me something to eat but I didn’t like it.
I’m so happy that I’m getting bigger. I love to scream and pretend to scare my Paw Paw. I’m very active now, and one of my new favorite toys is my flamingo that my Grandma got me and my bumpy ball from Carter’s. Oh, and I love to read. I like to turn the pages.
Did my mom tell you that I love The Lion Guard? I really love that Bunga’s song Zuka Zama. Mom and I dance along to it all the time. I also love The Octonauts. I watch that in the morning while mommy and daddy are getting dressed. I love the Creature Report song. LOL! I think I’m on the verge of saying dada but don’t tell mommy. She might be sad about it. Oh, I like playing in the mirror too.
p.s. I’m teething. I’m a drool monster. Lol! I’m always trying to chew on something.
That’s all for now!
Until next time….