In the event of a loss in cabin pressure, yellow oxygen masks will deploy from the ceiling compartment located above you. To secure, pull the mask towards you, secure the elastic strap to your head, and fasten it so it covers your mouth and nose. Breathe normally. Even if the bag does not inflate, please keep in mind that oxygen is flowing. Please make sure to secure your own mask before assisting others.
In my house we have a rule, and that is it. To make sure your own mask is securely fastened before assisting the baby's. We figured this out pretty early on and it probably had to do with eating. I tend to get incredibly incredibly 'hangry' (hungry-angry: 'hangry'), I, probably at some point tried to nurse little ol' redding in this state and John realized it was no good, that I always need to take care of me or I'm a useless mommy. So it's not unusual in my house for the baby to be crying and I run to the kitchen to get a glass of juice or a few crackers... and perhaps I'm completely wrong (I haven't read this advice in any of my research) But, I think it's better for him to cry an extra 50 seconds and me ensure that I'm able to be a nurturing mom in that moment (and that's not even getting into the whole physical aspect/ milk letting down thing).
Sometimes there are many facets to one lesson though and I realized another to this one friday night. I was driving my car home in inconsolable tears. Everything was wrong ... and nothing (I'm sure you know the story). "I'm so tired" *sob* "I have nooo friends" *sniff* "the house is always dirty" *snort* "and I have nothing that fits" *wail*. I was actually on my way home from a movie, so normally I'd be feeling revitalized, but I think some time to myself was just too far overdue.
You know that you are in a bad spot when the thought crosses your mind 'I could just not go home ... I could just never go home ... again'. And normally (ok not that normally, I've only thought this a couple times before now) the following thought would be 'oh no, that's awful- of course I want to go home!' ... But not this time, I was too far gone. Ya'll I'm serious, my next thought was: 'but not in my loafers, I don't want to run away from home in my red skinny jeans and loafers' !!!
When I got home a few minutes later, redding was awake crying too. So I nursed him back to sleep and we both laid there for twenty minutes doing the post-cry hiccuping. Poor, poor john. poor mommy. poor baby.
John and I had a serious talk the next day. And by 'John and I' what I really mean is John sat me down and had a serious talk with me the next day. About trusting him to be ok with redding while I'm out of the house. About finally hiring that babysitter so we can get out once a week. About taking care and getting out of the house before it turns from a 'want' to a 'need'. (Gee wiz I have a good man).
So, you wanna know what I did saturday night? I crashed at a girlfriends house, my first night away from redding. It was full of girls, glitter, champagne and dancing until 3 am. And would you like to know the best part? sunday morning I came home (with a slight headache) and loved that baby so much harder and appreciated him so much more.
Moral of the story: when mommy takes care of herself, everyone benefits.
So, mothers (heck, everybody needs this!) let's remember to H.A.L.T. Are you Hungry? Angry? Lonely? Tired? That's a little acronym I learned many many lifetimes ago in rehab, but that my friends, is a story for another day.
Take care of yourselves today lovelies! (and I will too! promise!)