Some sort of baby boom is going on in the Washington, DC area this month. I have been busier than I have ever been as a lactation consultant. I love it. More often than not, I start a visit with a worried, tearful mom and I leave with the mom smiling and confident. I am good at what I do. I have probably written about that before.
Then there are the times when I leave the mom with so much to ponder and so many things to correct that she is not so happy. After a few phone calls and maybe another visit, it works out. Today I visited one of those moms. Her baby needs some work getting his latch right, and possibly some intervention (frenulum clipping). So despite all of our efforts, I left a mom with more ammo so solve her problems, but without a quick fix.
I feel so bad when I cannot help a mom find immediate relief. I guess I really do care.
Today I went to Silver Spring, MD. After my home visit, I decided to drive around a bit. I grew up on that side of the Beltway, so I wanted to see what had changed and what had stayed the same. I took a few pictures that I will put up later.
Pretty much everything has changed. The building that were there when I was a kid, and still exist, have different businesses and companies in them. There is no evidence of the Singer sewing machine store for instance.
I made my way to the neighborhood where we lived for eight years of my childhood. Not the first time I have done that, but it is stranger and more unbelievable as time goes by.
I went to a new yarn shop in Wheaton. I'd been there before, and wanted to go again since I was there anyway. I was reminded of a "fiber festival" in Vienna, VA that I had planned to go to. So I went there next.
After that I went to Costco, which as everyone knows, is the last place you should ever go on a weekend. It was really crowded!
By the time I got home, I was exhausted, dehydrated and feeling dizzy. I remembered that all I had for lunch was a soda and a candy bar. My ear has been bothering me on and off, and today was one of those on days.
A lot of the time I was out, I was thinking and stressing about the dinner we were supposed to go to this evening. And I was stressing about the things I always stress about- chores. There is always work that needs to be done both in and outside of the house. I often feel like I am the only one to notice it. Or at least the only one to care. Nick does a lot, but nobody cleans bathrooms or empties all the trash cans on trash night, vacuums, or cleans inside the microwave unless I ask then to. I guess I should be glad that they do it then.
But I hate being a taskmaster. I really hate asking for "help". How is it help? Why do I think of it that way? I am not the only one here. I am the one who is bothered though. I am sure that contributes to why I am sick. And why I am depressed at times. And even to why I have weight problems. Yes, stress can do that.
Ok, I have to get my tired self to bed now.