Last Friday was Mom’s Night Out with my MOPS group at a really cool place called “Midnight Star Pottery”. When I saw it on the schedule, I immediately told Kyle that he needed to take that day off, or that he needed to open the restaurant and leave early so that I could leave the house by 6:30PM.
Naturally, he never said anything to his boss and he was gracious enough to tell me the day before that they had “events” in the restaurant and that I wouldn’t be able to go because he wouldn’t be home until after bedtime.
“Fine, I’ll get a babysitter” was my reply. I was NOT going to miss this Mom’s Night Out. I hadn’t been out with friends without my kids in only God knows how long. Not at ALL since Grady was born, let’s just put it that way.
“We can’t afford a babysitter” was his retort.
I was on the phone with his mom when this conversation took place and she told me to go and that she’d pay for the babysitter.
I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I was.
Thus began the search for finding a babysitter. The one that I used for Madilyn on my birthday was on the homecoming court and naturally, the one day I wanted to go out was Homecoming night. Lovely. Of course. So there went ALL of my high school babysitter contacts.
I contacted several friends who contacted their babysitters for me, or gave me numbers to call. Everyone I called was already busy. At about 4:30PM I got a phone call from a woman I had called earlier in the day’s 21 year old daughter. She was FREEEEEEEE!!!
At about 5:15, I busted out the trusty battery-operated breastpump that I bought whose sole purpose was to relieve engorged breasts just after Madilyn was born. It was cheap and I knew it would do what I needed it to do. I sat down and got to pumpin’, meanwhile looking at pictures of Grady and talking to him like boob-juice-inducing-porn. I had my “My Milkies” in the other side to catch any drippage that might occur.
20 minutes later, I had 7 glorious ounces of breastmilk and I knew that it would be enough for my little man. IF, that is, he would take a bottle. (On my birthday he had NOT taken a bottle so I wasn’t hopeful). I wanted to store the milk in the refrigerator but I also wanted it to be easy to warm back up so I dug out a milk pouch to keep it in. As I was dumping the milk from the bottle into the bag, the bag slipped from my hands, fell to the floor, and pulsed breastmilk out of it until 6 of the 7oz were glistening on the floor.
I was moaning, “NO, NO, NO, NO ,NO, NOOOOOOOO!” as I watched all 120 calories spilling out of the bag. I lifted the sad little bag with one ounce in it and wanted to cry, but realized I needed all the hydration I could possibly muster to pump a little more.
The babysitter got there and I apologized to her as I lifted my shirt and attached the pump. I nursed Grady at the same time and was able to pump 3 more ounces so that he would have a solid 4oz in the 4 hours that I would be gone.
I got to go to Mom’s Night Out and I had a WONDERFUL time but getting there was quite the battle. *sigh*
And a HUGE thank you to my Mother-in-Law for paying for the babysitter. I REALLY needed that break.