My trip to D.C. was wonderful and even more exciting is the fact that I arrived home to 4 happy healthy boys! My husband went above and beyond. I merely asked that he keep the kids alive and yet he also managed to give them baths, do laundry (even folding and putting away- that's where you really get bonus points) and clean bathrooms. I'm beginning to wonder if my presence is even needed here...
The first 12 hours away I admit I was a little lost and confused without a diaper bag. And yes I cried on the way to the airport as my little guys waved out the window. But it was inspiring and awesome to spend 3 days surrounded by people with goals similar to mine, all of us working to balance family, school, work, and saving the U.S. healthcare system :)
Figuring out how/where to pump took some creative genius on my part but I did manage to bring home some of the "liquid gold". Apparently there is a limit on the amount of breastmilk allowed on airplanes if you do not have a baby with you. (Dear FAA- If I had the baby with me I wouldn't need bottles of breastmilk!!)One of the most exciting things I discovered while being away is that I am someone besides "mom". Don't get me wrong, I love that role but I also enjoyed the me before kids. And she's still there, not quite as cool and trendy, but still fun :)
6 comments:
I'm so happy that you had a good time!
I put that picture of Carter as my desktop background =) I can't wait to meet that little guy!
Could you help me find the 'me' before 'mom'? She's lost!
And your baby is gorgeous.
I loved this post. Glad you had a great experience, you look AMAZING.
And Carter just needs to live here. All that cuteness so far aways isn't right.
T
Whoa! For a split second there I thought that was a picture of Alta! He's such a cutie (thereby making my baby just as cute). It was so fun to see you and stay up all night talking :)
I love the comment to the FAA... So true! :)
I'm lost too, maybe we should have a mom's retreat and help eachother remember our secret identities. We could call it mission impossible. When I was pregnant with Chloe, I went through depression pretty bad. One day I was talking to my doctor about it and he said, "Well, what do you like to do for fun that's just for you?" I started crying right there, and said also laughing at the same time, "I have no idea!!!"
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