Home With Daddy

Now that I can drink so well from the bottle, mommy thought it would be OK for her to do some work at the hospital. This is the week of the big Iowa Head and Neck Surgery Course and she is working on her presentation. We all went to work yesterday- mommy, daddy, and me.

Bad idea!

I hated being there; it brought back awful memories of IV's and nurses and thermometers and beeping monitors and not being at home. By taking me to work, my well-meaning parents took me out of my element, out of my rythym. They took me away from my playful sisters, my peaceful nursery, and my beloved forest outside our windows. I was stuck in the sterile, taupe, carpeted, windowless halls of the hospital. I fussed and yelled the whole time we were there. My bellowing got results- mommy and daddy beat a hasty retreat back home after only a few hours.

Today, however, mommy left me with daddy and my doggie sisters at home while she went to to the library to work. Before she left, she made sure she pumped out plenty of her wonderful nectar for me to eat. Daddy, deathly afraid to be stuck at home all day with a crying baby, offered me the bottle every time I asked. I feasted like a true princess! I was so full of milk I was too sleepy to complain about mommy being gone.

Daddy wore me in the baby carrier while he did house chores. I got to help fold the laundry, water the plants, feed Denali and Skye, and even write this blog! We fell asleep on the couch after a big lunch: daddy with a ham and chees sandwich and me with my precious breast milk. Denali and Skye slumbered at our feet. I was so content! Daddy did an adequate job for one day, but I still need my mommy!