Day Fourteen Hundred and Forty-Five

The Ninth Move (at least)

Yesterday, Amelia and I woke up to Daddy making oatmeal at 7AM. He handed off the oatmeal - my favorite morning breastmilk enhancer - grabbed my bags, escorted us to the rental car, and kissed us goodbye. Five hours later, were were deboarding the plane in New Orleans. Just me and the babe. 

With an entire apartment to pack by myself, I was feeling overwhelmed. Amelia wouldn't go to sleep and was barely content enough to sit alone. I managed to pack up the kitchen, sip on my granita (the best thing about going back to NOLA - thanks Puccinos!), and get a few smiles from my Girl before she decided that it was going to be her way...or nobody's way. So we did it her way. And sat on the couch for two hours doing nothing while she did her thing. I was about to lose it, but then she fell asleep. Finally, my time to shine.

Somehow, I morphed into Super Packer and got almost every single item of ours mashed into the truck before Millie woke back up. I thought this would never happen. I was done with the truck - and had everything in it - by 7PM. Holy smokes. 

And then, it was Baby-Wearing-Clean-Up Time.

With the help of Tiffany...who's evening visit was EXACTLY what this mama needed...we were able to vacuum, dust, eat, and scrub while handing the baby back and forth until it was all done. I'm so so blessed by your friendship and kindness. Thank you for helping me when I needed it most. We love you Tiff!

And we LOVE this photo. 

When I arrived in NOLA yesterday afternoon, I wasn't thinking of my refrigerator's contents. I might've actually forgotten to look into it at all if Adam hadn't reminded me that he didn't remove a single thing from it since he was last there. Awesome, I shuddered. Miraculously, there was nothing rotten in there besides a decrepit old lemon. Otherwise, just a bunch of organic condiments I was dreading to throw in the trash. And then I opened up my freezer. And cried. I forgot all about my breastmilk! There was at least 70 ounces in our freezer and my heart was breaking to throw it away. I can't do it. I cried to Adam that I didn't know what to do, so he told me to take a load off and just dump it - "you can make more."

NO.

No. No. No.

I couldn't toss it.

Impossible.

So, I panicked. Cried some more. And then I realized...FACEBOOK!

I messaged every mommies group I could think of and finally, after an hour or two, I found a mama in NOLA in desperate need of breastmilk!!!! So, at 9:30 PM, Amelia and I walked outside our apartment and gave the sweetest, most determined mommy, 70 ounces of breastmilk, all our condiments, some grassfed beef, and a couple pounds of organic chicken so she could feed her three-month-old the best way she knows how!!!! I've never enjoyed giving a gift as much as I did last night, and now that I understand more closely the plight of an underproducing mama, I have every intention to keep on pumping and keep on giving! Praise God for his sustenance!

I did keep the ice cream for myself though.
Guilty.
And even without a proper utensil to eat it with, I've never felt more satisfied with a scoop of vanilla in my life. We're officially all moved out of apartment #8.
2001 Cypress Creek Road #D127, farewell, my old friend.
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Currently, it's 1AM in Washington DC on Friday morning/Thursday night. We're waiting for Dada to get in. He starts tomorrow (Friday) against the Max Scherzer and the Nationals at 7:05 EST.