I had to google "mortal enemy" to make sure was using it in the right context. "An enemy that wants to kill you". YEP, right context. I've got two mortal enemies in my life right now as a mother:
1) Carseat
2) Breastpump
Yesterday, I figured Blaine was 4 and a half months old, and napping much more predictably, so he could handle a trip 120 miles from home if I timed his naps out right. (The same trip he took at 2 months old and handled like a champion). Well, I was WRONG. Armed with earplugs, some toys for him to play with, and a blanket for him to grab, we took off. Counting drive time to and from, and driving time in the town we went to, I think I endured over 3 hours of high pitched, hysterical, scream-crying. Earplugs can't even save you from that. The only time he didn't cry was when he was out of his carseat (gas station, reststop). Gah. I've had suggestions to play his favorite CD so next time I'll be armed with ELVIRA on repeat (that never fails me). It didn't help that it was dark and rainy the whole way home, when the scream session was in full hystericss.
Now, breastpump issues. I've found the best time to pump is at 3 AM when my boobs are full full full. But what I call "success" is getting 1 oz out so actually my success is actually a big fat FAIL. So when I go away for a couple hours (we are talking 2 to 3 hours away) and feel obligated to leave 4 ounces, that literally is like 6 pumping sessions. Last week I left 4 oz and Blaine only ate 1 oz so I had to throw away 3 oz. THROWING AWAY THAT MUCH LATE NIGHT TIME KILLED ME. Then I realize with his size he needs a bottle that is like 8 oz and I know that is like 2 weeks of pumping. Yes something is enemy like in that situation because I know most girls can pump 5 oz at a sitting. And I know there is easily 5 oz inside of there, I can feel they are still full but nothing is coming out! Gah.
No one said motherhood would be easy!