I was just considering showing my blog a bit of TLC, when I got wiped out with a stupid sinus/stomach flu/cold thing. My kid got pink eye, a cough, and a stomach bug, all within the space of two weeks. And now my husband is fighting off a cold/pink eye as well. Phew.
Well, I’m better, and baby R has not thrown up in over 24 hours now. So… yay?
Anyway, last week, I watched the Today Show, since I couldn’t go into work and there was nothing else to do. They had a segment on how, apparently, moms drink. A lot. They drink during play dates. They drink while updating their blogs. And then they come home from work and drink some more.
OK, that seems like a bit of exaggeration. But then they added how some moms, I guess, become alcoholics, too.
Now, I’m not discounting or making light of alcoholism, but I do have to add that, like, the very next day, baby R’s stomach virus started. So, that morning, I got up and breastfed my child like normal.
Well, when I say she projectile vomited, I mean it was bad. She threw up not once, not twice, but four times all over me. It was like some sort of horror movie, where the demon possesses the kid and all heck breaks loose.
We did send her to daycare, and before you say, “Hey, you shouldn’t be sending your kid to daycare when she’s throwing up!” I double checked with the doctor’s office. You see, she was also on a breathing treatment, with an inhaler, that same week due to wheezing. They said it was just her body’s way of getting out all of that mucus or something. So I assumed she wasn’t sick, just getting all the yucky stuff out.
Anyway, later that day, after my second shower, I went into work and did my pumping thing. I’d had to buy new breast pump bags since I ran out last week. The husband and I were both exhausted, since I was sick and my husband was probably coming down with his cold thing. So we ran down to the local Walgreens, since it’s right down the street and the Target is like fifteen minutes away. All we could find were these teeny, tiny bags that are technically made so you can hook them on to your overly priced Medela pumping machines. My insurance doesn’t cover those, so I use Avent, which means the bags don’t work with what I have.
I rather wrongfully assumed you could use just the bag part to store the milk, so when I opened the bag to pour the liquid sustenance, it spilled all over the counter. All over the floor. And all over me.
Of course, I was furious that all my hard work for that day was literally down the drain. And I probably spent the rest of the day at work smelling like old milk.
Then I got home from work and the baby promptly puked on me again.
And we’re not supposed to drink… why again?
Personally, I haven’t been drinking since I’m breastfeeding, and my kid does not usually like to wait the requisite 2 1/2 hours before eating again during the day time. But if, like, I had a glass of wine before bed every now and then, is that so bad? Moms deal with a lot. Sometimes it’s as simple as a hectic schedule.
And sometimes it’s every bodily fluid all over your best work pants.
It kind of bothered me that The Today Show took the whole, “Drinking leads to Mommy Alcoholism!” viewpoint.
I’ve actually had very few experiences with “the mommy wars” or people questioning my parenting decisions. But this was like my first experience with “mommy guilt.” Although I’m not drinking currently, once we’ve completely weaned and baby R is trying to figure out how to get past the baby locks, I’ll probably have a glass of wine. And I’m pretty sure that’s okay.
Of course, alcoholism is a completely different enchilada, and it’s important to seek help if it applies to you. It just felt like the segment was, “If you drink, you probably do it way too much.” Ugh. Way to make assumptions.
Maybe I hang out with an abnormal crowd, but I have never encountered a play date with alcohol, anyway.