Our university orchestra, in which I play second violin, had a dress rehearsal this afternoon. I made extra certain that Eric could be home to watch the kids. He came home early from work and I ran off to the rehearsal, about a 10-minute walk away. I was bundled up in my winter jacket, hat, scarf, and mittens and still the cold was seeping through all of the layers. When I got to the auditorium, there were no string players to be seen. I realized that I had read the schedule too quickly and that the woodwinds were rehearsing first. And I also realized that Dio hadn't nursed for a few hours. There was no way he would be able to make it another two hours until the rehearsal was over. So I speedwalked back home, nursed Dio in a few minutes flat (urging him on with "nurse! nurse!" whenever he got distracted), and hurried back.
I was chatting with several other orchestra members, mostly men and women with grown children, about how I am going to manage nursing and bedtime on concert night. Several of them reminisced fondly about their nursing days and said, "I totally understand what you're dealing with!" One woman joked with me about letdowns that take you by surprise.
We'll see how the concert goes this Sunday. It will be another day of musical breasts, of nursing between tuning and curtain call.
Best of luck! I do the same thing in between classes! And I'm absent-minded enough to forget to nurse right before, and then I have to leave class early. Oops. = /
ReplyDeleteHope the concert goes well! Your determination is refreshing!
Good luck! Those high notes can mimic a newborn pretty well.... :))))
ReplyDeleteAt first when I read the title of this post I thought you meant the version of musical breasts we have in our house: my youngest decided when he was around one that he preferred to nurse 10 to 15 seconds on one side, then switch to the other side for 10 to 15 seconds, then switch back, then switch, switch, switch, switch, until he's had his fill. He's still practicing musical nursing at a year and a half. Annoying, but I'm getting used to it!
I guess there are several kinds of musical breasts! :)))
Oh goodness, when I saw the title of this post in my google reader I swore it had to be about this:
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which I happened to see in the window of a Spencer Gifts at the mall the other day while Christmas shopping. So let me get this straight....women are getting the cops called on them for breastfeeding at Target but "Jingle Jugs" can be displayed in the window of a MALL STORE!
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OH BROTHER!
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Hope everything goes well. Let us know the outcome.
ReplyDeleteLOL! That was hilarious, but SO true! I hope your performance goes well. I wish I could come and listen to you play.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I knew you were a musician! That is so wonderful. I am a classically trained pianist myself. I hope the concert was wonderful.
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