Whew... I feel like I'm working without a net today. Without any forethought I decided not to pump today. My past few attempts only yeilded 2.5 oz. My heart is literally beating fast. I just may break out in a sweat. I'm in turmoil. I knew the day was coming I just didn't know it was going to be today. *big sigh*
I 'm not going to be pumping at work anymore and I'm scared as hell. I still plan on nursing him on weekends and evenings if my body will cooperate. Gosh, I sure hope it does. I love that time with Carsen. I made it to almost 8 months of his life. I feel like any minute the Breast feeding police are going to drag me by the ear, along with my pump and demand that I NOT deprive my son of his God-given right to nurshiment only his mother can provide. I realize it's my overwhelming guilt. I know I've said it before, I feel like I have failed but I did make it to 7.5 months. That's good. That's damn good.
Wouldn't you know it too, I got a call yesterday right before my lunch that I had to pick up Carsen. He had 3 loose bm's and according to policy he had to go home. He couldn't come back without a doctor's note and 24 hrs. So, I'm thinking great, breastfeeding is nearly zilch and he's getting his first ailment. Way to go mom, just in time for winter too!
Much to my relief and $30 dollars later, the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with Carsen. No fever, no change in demeanor and no ear infections, he was just fine.
I'm anxious to get home. I'm hoping I can breastfeed Carsen before my WIlton Course 3 class. It's my final and I almost didn't want to go. I went home for lunch, made some buttercream icing, crumb coated my cakes and covered them with homemade pink marshmellow fondant. I hope it holds up. 
It's a bit lumpy but overall I'm pleased. I'm going to decorate it in class. I've decided on Cornelli lace and may be some dotted scrolls with a beaded border. Wish me luck!
