So Olive's a month old now, and I definitely had some sort of mini one month break down tonight. I didn't cry or anything, I just felt really tired and stressed out.
My mom came down to help me clean the (tiny) apartment and watch Olive so I could get some work done. Well needless to say, it's now 3:30 in the morning and I finally got the real work done. How can it take ALL day to do laundry (not yet put away), go through your mounding pile of papers, take some time out to eat, oh yeah, and try the breast pump for the first time.
Olive had her first bottle feeding today, and no problems there! The only problem is how LONG it takes to pump out 2 ounces of milk! Now I can see why it's worth it to spend the extra money on a hands free double pump. I just sat there confined to the chair, holding the pump up to my boob, watching it ever so slooooowly drip, drip, drip... I tried it again later in the night and I couldn't even get an ounce.
We had to go buy some warmer pajamas for her too. Everything we got passed down happens to be mostly little onesies that are too cold for right now, and she really sleeps better when she's all snug and warm (duh, who wouldn't).
I know I should go to bed, but being up right now reminds me of how much I love the middle of the night. It's so quiet and calm, and I really have not seen it since before I was pregnant. But tomorrow is another day and I'll be regretful if I don't get a little more sleep while I can.