After 4 years of dating and almost 8 years of marriage, I can finally say that Iโm making progress in biting my tongue. I first noticed this when one day my husband was feeding our daughter and she was super messy (she gets messy when I feed her but this was SUPER messy, if you catch my drift) and I was pacing behind my husband biting my tongue- literally. I was dying to say โif you would just….โ or โtry not to…โ or โshe doesnโt like….โ I was laughing at myself, actually, because I was starting and stopping these sentences in my mind like every second. I wanted to say something, I was aching to โhelp.โ Gabe noticed my torment and said I might be more “helpful” in the other room! Ha!
Well, that was one battle within myself that helped prepare me for the next one. Oh, this was a doozy; I could have laid into my husband like never before, which makes me even more proud of myself for refraining. I was on the computer in a different room and I could hear my husband open the freezer door. Then I heard him say. โCrap.โ I didnโt think too much of it but then I heard him take out the ice tray and and walk it to the sink to dump the water out. It took me a second, but then I realized- wait, water? in the freezer? so it was left open? so all my breast milk……? Yep- thawed. As I slowly became aware of what had happened, a lump in my throat started to grow.
Let me briefly explain, to some who may be unaware of the importance of stored-up breast milk. Halle had such a terrible time breastfeeding that I rarely give her bottles so she doesnโt revert back to old habits. I do pump, however, so that my husband and I can go out once in awhile or I can leave her with my husband for a long period of time ๐ So…since youโre not supposed to re-freeze thawed milk and since you are supposed to use it within 2 days that meant A LOT of bottles for Halle or A LOT of wasted milk.
My first instinct was to run in and yell and scream but I realized there was nothing that could be done. I also realized that he obviously didnโt leave the freezer door open on purpose. So, I just stayed at the computer, blindly scrolling through page after page…biting my tongue.
The point of the story is not to rat out my husband to all my blog-reading friends, because he is a wonderful, wonderful man, but to pat myself on the back for NOT blowing up at him. So I guess while Iโve made progress in restraint, it appears I have a ways to go with bragging.
Since I was talking about maturing, I thought it would be fun to show an engagement picture of my ย husband and me compared to us now (but I’m already regretting this!)
Way to go on biting your tongue! That’s hard one for me, too, and most moms I’m sure. I would DIIIIIIIIEEEE if all of my frozen breastmilk thawed! We are leaving for Mexico in a week and a half for 5 days and I’m pumping like crazy to leave as much as I can with my mom. That breastmilk is GOLD! ๐