I'm Da Bomb

Today is a momentous occasion, a milestone of gargantuan proportions which must be recognized formally. Ella, on her 84th day of life, has finally slept through the night!! She fell asleep at 9:00 pm and didn't wake up until 6:00am.

Naturally, I took full advantage of this by not going to bed until 2am and then waking up at 4 to see if she was still breathing. But, it gives me hope for the future. Someday very soon I may wear something other than pajamas when I drop Sayde and Connor off at preschool.

As a bonus, at 6am when she awoke, my left breast was the size of a grapefruit (it's normally a clementine) and I feared at any moment it might explode off my body and go whizzing gleefully around the apartment like a deflating balloon.

I began thinking of one of those cartoon bombs that always blew up poor Wile E Coyote. I couldn't fathom blasting little unsuspecting Ella across the room with my Acme milk bomb breast.

So, like the caring mother I am, despite the life or death struggle between my mamary glands and the elasticity of the skin on my left breast, I fed her with the right one. Not too bad, she made it through with a minimum of panic-stricken-gasping-for-air moments.

And, I made three points as I jump shot her into the crib in my mad dash to the breast pump.

Now I have a nice full bottle of liquid freedom for Ella to reject once Lennie comes home and tries to bottle feed her. But, Ella actually accepting a bottle is a milestone for another day. We

must not get greedy.