New Year Survival Mode

Minecraft Dungeons. Library visits and Hazardous Tales. Massages for Dad. Romcoms.

We watched Seven Brides for Seven Brothers and now my kids especially the boys think it’s the funniest movie, sing all the songs even at school, and F has declared it’s his 2nd favorite movie haha.

Most of the keys on our piano aren’t working. My sister brought her musical keyboard for us to borrow so F can practice piano. F formed a band called “Band Bros” at school with his friends using the songs he’s already made up.

We’re getting back into making smoothies with all the frozen fruit as we try to empty out the freezer.

Barely surviving washing bottles and dishes and laundry, with literally no time to prep and cook, so we are subsisting on what I call “Sister Costco”. It involves simply warming up stuff that’s already made, and adding a packaged salad or smoothie. Did you know Costco has premade meals that are worth every penny in convenience? Shepherds pie, yakisoba, stuffed bell peppers, tikka masala… and that’s just this week. It’s probably going to be this kind of “no cook”life until Baby is off his ng feeding tube.

We trialed doing just bottles from January 14 to 20. Eventually Jer and I knew Baby wasn’t getting enough calories or nutrition even without getting a weight check for him. It was depressing to slide back from bottle feeding (which was a lot more convenient when he did make his numbers) and place that ng tube for the first time again, but he’s been stable with his feeds.

For the first time ever, Jer said “No” to soccer registration for the kids spring season coming up in March. It’s just too hectic while baby is needing care around the clock with feeding. Jer and I are so depleted right now, and I could see the thought of trying to manage 3 soccer schedules and laundry in addition made him want to cry. Ever since we put the feeding tube back, Jer has kind of lost his optimism and says that we should plan to be on this for like 6 months. Sigh 😔.

W is so thoughtful and keeps praying at the dinner table that “Mom’s milk won’t dry up.” Thanks kid, but I’m down to 2-3 pumping sessions a day and it won’t be long before it’s all gone and we’ll be chipping away at the frozen supply.

I just have to keep telling myself, “I think I can. I think I can. One more day. One more feed. One more hour.” I’d better get some sleep.

Love, Kat