So after a rough night of trying to get McKenna to go to sleep, she ended up sleeping a good 7 hours til about 6am. I, of course, was not so lucky. I tend to wake up with her every movement. That, and I had to get up to pump when she would normally wake up. After she woke up to nurse at 6 we let her fall back asleep in our bed.
She must love our bed because she was out until I encouraged her to wake up at 9am to nurse.
After feeding and dressing her she was in a good mood so I put her in the playmat. Bad idea. This is where my self-proclaimed first Super Mom moment happened. I got the suspicion she was about to bring something back up so I grabbed her. Within a flash of a second I held her strategically to where I got completely soaked down my chest in projectile vomit and she didn't get one single drop on her. After all, she was in her cute outfit and I was still in pjs. I was pretty damn impressed with myself.
Vomiting requires re-nursing her to fill that belly back up, a mom with oversupply's worst fear. Vicious cycle, she vomits because she gets too much milk, then needs to eat again, telling my boobs to make even more milk. After nursing, we went on our first solo outing to Target.
Went off without a hitch. I got some human interaction and got a few supplies for Easter! We always get stares when I wear her, and this is just a Boba... I can't wait for my Ring Sling to get in!!
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