After Kyle was born, I thought I’d been hit by a train. Not just because of the physical effects of childbirth, although that was a part of it. But the way time seemed to speed by every day made me feel like I was underwater. I’d wake up in the morning, convinced that THIS day would be different. I would get dressed! I would organize the family paperwork! I would- oh, it’s already seven P.M.? Where did the time go?
I’ll tell you where it went: breastfeeding. Looking back, I wish I hadn’t worried so much about “getting things done.” The 456 times I nursed Kyle daily were amazing excuses to sit down and not move for at least an hour. I’m sort of looking forward to that this time (but not the first two weeks during which nursing feels like stapling your nipples).
I was reminded of this crazy time warp last night when I discovered that American Idol will be on for FIVE HOURS a week for a while. Two hours on Tuesday for the guys to sing. Two hours on Wednesday for the girls to sing. One hour on Thursday (during Ugly Betty’s normal time slot – the shame!) for the voting results to be dragged out.
And I know we’ll watch it. Try as we might to resist, we’re in the Idol Black Hole already. We’ve been so from the opening shot of the season. I still blame it on my friend Cam who works on the show. I can’t take the blame myself. It’s like that time when I bought Britney Spears first album…for work! It was for work!
So there’s five hours, gone. Boom. I could be getting stuff done. And there’s not even a nursing infant shackling me to the couch right now. Just the oddball trio of Paula, Simon, and Randy, and that ever-annoying Ryan Seacrest.
An hour to nurse??? OMG!!! No wonder your experience was so different from mine. Jacks was a 10 minute boy. But then again, I wasn’t producing enough. You are good to do it again. I quit when my body said quit – after only 6 weeks – with no pain, which may be why it only took 10 minutes.
I wish I had it all to do over again. I would have taken a real maternity leave and not started working literally 1 week after they wheeled me back from the c-section room. (I don’t want to do it now, though!!!!)
If you TiVo it, it only takes 20 minutes. Fast forward through anything with Ryan Seacrest; fast forward through all the interviews and filler, listen to the singing unless it sucks then fast forward through that too, and listen to the judges because that is fun (if predictable).
And FYI, the nipples don’t hurt so much the second time around. Or maybe I was just more prepared for it. But, unfortunately, even though I was ready to embrace the hour long breastfeeding sessions the second time around, Cosette was a speedy eater. No rest for the weary.
American Idol is boring me to tears this year. Especially the guys. They all suck. Really bad. And Paula is worse than ever.
I have to say, it’s very hard for me to watch AI without ELLIOTT! I freaking LOVED Elliott, he was the most amazing singer and all around nice guy.
I wanted to be his best friend and go on picnics with him and his mom.
God, I miss Elliott.