(Why am I naming days?)
9/16/14, Day 14,014 (Mercena Day 32): Rain, Library, Bottle
Yesterday marked another milestone: the transition to feeding her Heather’s pumped breast milk in a bottle. For those who have never pumped milk from their breasts, you might be surprised how comic the machine is: it looks how the future looked when people thought of the future in the 40s (wires, tubes, and a freaky pumping machine sound).
She didn’t take to our first attempt, sandwiched as it was between two poop-inspired meltdowns, and I experienced my first real frazzle in some time. I recovered, so did she, and she ended taking the the bottle just fine (we’ll be using pumped breast milk sparingly, anyway).
People talk about sleep deprivation, but for me it’s her cry, the way each meltdown costs a little of your wall of strength until eventually and inevitably a live wire is at last exposed.
But the rain was beautiful, and we walked to the library, got our cards and saw the great children’s section they have, which we’re sure to use early and often. And we had a lovely visit from Anna Rahn, spending healing time out on the terrace.
Technique never stands still: it only advances or retreats…
Writing: 144 out of 182 days
Spanish: 131 out of 182 days
Music: 50 out of 88 days
What small things did I do yesterday to help build the Honeycomb?
(And what does it mean to “Help build the honeycomb?”)
- Ate and cooked local, organic, vegetarian food, and used cloth diapers for Mercena;
- Signed my name on Hilary/Emily List’s petition for equal pay for women;
- Asked Fred Upton to donate some of the 2+ million dollars he’s been given from fossil fuel company to the clean up effort of another spill in his district;
- Signed another petition asking Congress to at least debate the proposed third war in Iraq.