No use crying

No use crying over spoiled milk, right? The deep freezer in the garage got unplugged. An entire freezer full of hard pumped breast milk is thawed and spoiled. I have no frozen milk at this time. I'm not pumping enough in a day to feed both babies let alone get ahead of the game again.

Noemi was telling me this as I was stripping Max naked in front of the washer because he had puked all over everything in the 2 hour car ride (because of traffic and freeway closures due to the fires in the area) home from the peds which we went to after getting a call from Pre School where Max was wheezing and having difficulty breathing so received two breathing treatments at the office and was sent home with an enhailer. Noemi left after I had Max showered and ready for bed. Right after she left, both babies woke up crying to be fed and Max was crying for milk (which I didn't want to give him until I knew he could keep down water) and the cat was meowing because (presumably) he didn't want to go out the doggy door and wanted me to open the front door instead. The day started with all three crying as well and me breast feeding R while Max helped me give N a bottle because he wanted to be the mommy and do it.

The day wasn't all bad. I chose to finish the nursery instead of nap and am glad it is done.

Now, let's all hope and pray the twins don't get what Max has cause if they do, they will be back in the hospital. Max has two simultanous issues. Croup. And, an asmatic type situation allededly caused by the poor air quality due to the fires on top of a cold/respitory bug that has him congested.

Some days are just easier than others. I can't even tell you how much I want to cry over that milk, but three crying children and a meowing cat was enough and someone needed to hold it together. So, let me just swear a minute. Damn it! Fuck! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!. Before I remind myself that it isn't the end of the world even if it isn't replacable.