Killing me softy with breast milk....today we had another breast feeding session and baby Cheetah had a major episode. I knew it was going to happen. I was holding her up to the breast, she was sucking swallowing, breathing and then she wasn't breathing. "Breathe little baby, breathe," I said as I rubbed her back. The alarms went off. The nurse came in. Finally she took a breath and then next thing I know she wants to nurse again. But I'm not going to lie, my heart was racing. The resident called me to tell me Cheetah was up to five pounds and they want me to try and fit two feedings in today. So I'll be heading back to the hospital after dinner. Through rain, through snow, through sleet and hail, I feel like I should join the post office. Seriously though I'm a little stressed out about feeding tonight. I know the breast milk is important, I want to nurse, but man watching the kid not breathe.....AHHHHHH! Tomorrow is Dr. J's birthday. I know what he wants, I want to give it to him, I see the chances of me getting it anytime soon as zip. Poor Dr. J. And then there is my advent calendar. I wanted to put together and activity advent calendar but I just don't think it is going to get done. I found this really cute one online....http://www.activity-mom.com/2009/11/2009-activity-advent-calendar-printable.html I should be able to just print it off and do the activities. I hope I can get around to it. Advent calendar, birthday, laundry, figuring out what is wrong with the dryer, homework, clean bathrooms, nurse, nurse again...please don't expect much from me this year. So Cheetah didn't get kicked or anything but let's just say I can relate to this poor mama!