Today was one of THOSE days....

You know, the type you should have stayed home IN BED, or should have just gone back to bed and hidden away for the rest of the day; basically waited til it passed. 


It started out with my son screaming and crying in PAIN ALL night! Thought he was hungry, (Although we are trying desperately to not feed him from 10pm-5am to try and teach good sleeping/eating habits), so we feed him; by we I mean I nursed him, hubby can't quite help with that. Turns out he wasn't hungry, he didn't want to nurse. So we tried daddy giving him a bottle of breast milk. Nope, definitely not hungry, he wouldn't even take that. I suspected he wasn't hungry from how much he nursed at 10pm and how full I was.


Thought maybe gas pains since he had more milk than usual yesterday. So we gave him gas drops. That normally does the trick in like 5 mins. 30 mins later, he was still screaming and crying. So, not gas pains.


Thought maybe teeth were hurting him. So we gave him Tylenol and oragel. The Tylenol typically takes 20 mins to kick in, and the oragel is pretty instant. 40 mins later, he was still screaming and crying. So, apparently NOT the teeth. 


The we thought maybe the diaper. So we changed his diaper. He cried through the entire diaper change, and continued to do so afterwards. 


I tried to burp him, pat his back, tummy, and give him a little cuddling time. I even sat in the rocker and rocked him. Nope, nada. Didn't want to have a thing to do with it. He still cried and screamed. 


Then, we noticed the room was rather warm, so we took his rather thick pj's off, and let him sleep in his diaper. That seemed to help A LITTLE bit. His cries and screams were not nearly as blood curdling. 


I walked him, I bounced him, I sang to him. I even put him in his swing, car walker, bouncy seat, infant to toddler rocking chair, I changed sleeping positions, I got so desperate that I put him in his car seat and at 3:30am we drove around for about a half hour. He finally "fell asleep". But it was short lived. Once we got home, and the instant I picked him up and was upstairs just about to lay him down in his crib, he woke up and here started the crying again. 


I thought surely now he was hungry, all that crying and all. So I again attempted to nurse him. Nope. He still didn't want it. So for another hour of tears we tried every thing again. Daddy relieved me part of the night, but it's hard to catch any z's when you have a screaming crying baby. 


THEN at 5am, he FINALLY let me nurse him. It was GLORIOUS. We slept finally. BUT that was also short lived. 5 mins before I had to get up and get ready for work, he started to fuss again.


As I'm getting ready, my MIL says she thinks it was an ear infection from what it sounded like, and how he's been acting this past week.


So, I called the Pedi's office. Told them how he's been acting, how our night had gone, etc. She wanted us to come in, right then and there. I told her I had to work. So she said that the latest she could see us, since she had hospital visits to do in the late after noon was between 2pm and 3pm. I said okay, I will call work and see if I can get off early. I was scheduled to 4pm.


I called work. I explained what was going on. I wasn't trying to call out or anything, just try to get off early so I could take my desperately sick child into the doctors.


We tried ALL home remedies before we decided to give up and call the Pedi's office this morning. 


We noticed a rash forming last night, and this morning it was worse and had made it's way from a few spots on his arms, to a few more on his arms, some on his legs, his belly, his back, and his face. =( I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up after my 2 hour nap.


Anyways. My manager gave me a little grief. She really knows how to make a person feel bad if they have to call into work, or anything with changing the schedule. I should have know she would. When I was pregnant, and had severe morning sickness, even got kicked off the bus for it, (When I was still taking the bus), she gave me grief, even threatened to write me up. I'm sorry, I'm sick, I'm sure the customers don't want to see anyone working there constantly throwing up, or running to the bath room. I mean it was awful. I had no control over it or my body.


I knew she'd give me hell because my child was sick. I still reluctantly went in. See, if I don't go in, mysteriously I'm not scheduled. I don't work because I HAVE TO WORK. I work because it's my weekly dose of sanity saver, gets me out of the house, I enjoy working, and I enjoying having some extra spending cash, or saving cash. She, my manager doesn't understand that I'm not working because I HAVE to. Hubby makes MORE than enough to provide for us and then some. I work because I WANT to work. I'd like to point out that I work my BUTT off when I'm there. I do what they say, when they say, I never complain. I just work as hard as I can, I make sure to do my job well. 


Mind you, they, mostly her, are not happy when I HAVE to take a break and pump my milk. I TOLD them, VERY Specifically that I HAVE TO pump every 3-4 hours, which is pushing it, it should be every 2-3 hours BUT because I produce more milk than Jayden eats, I can afford to push it out a little longer. In any case, she has an issue with the fact that I have to pump frequently. I've TOLD her that I ALWAYS pump right before I clock in. That's why I get to work a half hour early. So I can stretch it to four hours and can wait until after lunch rush. 


I've been VERY up front about this whole mommy business stuff, so it really IRRITATES me when they fuss about it when it comes down to me needing to take a break to pump. 


I've been looking for a reason to transfer stores, and today, well, today was my catalyst. I went to the store closet to where I live now, and submitted my paper work. The grief I get at my current store isn't worth the gas money. It isn't worth the headache, the grief, the guilt trips. I'm done with it. I hate to leave, I hate to move. However, it's time. They just don't respect the mommy job I have. I work part time, but I'm a MOMMY FULL time. 24/7. My child comes first. His milk supply comes first. I don't think they would like it if suddenly their food supply was cut off. 


I get it, they are all young, they don't have children. They aren't married. They don't get this whole marriage obligations, or mommy obligations. They don't get how hard it is to be a mother who is nursing a young infant. I get it. But they don't try to understand that it's important I'm able to feed my child my breast milk. 


I mean, the total disregard to others at this store has gone down BIG time. Just the other day she announced that her boyfriend bought her an engagement ring, but it wasn't that, that had ticked me off, it was the fact that she practically screamed "AND IT'S HUGE, HUGE I TELL YOU, HUGE!" not once, but 4 times. I don't think she gets that the ring size doesn't determine the quality and longitivity of a marriage. I could only wish she could see how shallow that made her seem, not to mention countless UN CHRISTIAN like manners? I mean, we do work for a Christian company. hmmmmm... And she's our manager? Makes you wonder why and how. 


So what toped the cake was today. I finally made it in. I started to work right away, doing every little thing they asked. 


They asked me to go squeeze lemons. So I did. No fussing, no gripping, no complaining. I just went back there and got to work. Apparently I wasn't squeezing them at their pace. I'm sorry in the twoish years I've been there, I've done lemons all of maybe 4 times. So naturally I wouldn't be up to their speed. They checked on me three times. THREE, within 10 mins. 


SO she came back and asked why I gave so and so attitude. I tried to explain that I did not give her attitude. I tried to explain I'm working as fast as I can, and that my mind was else where at the moment. She asked where, I said with my sick child of course. So me saying that apparently sent her off the deep end. I don't know why, but she gave such a fuss. Really she did. You should have seen it. Ultimately I was sent home. 


I left, without saying a word to anyone. Clocked out and left. Now I never say much, I try to be VERY positive. I try to be VERY helpful, and VERY good at my job. I do what ever, when ever, how ever they ask. No questions asked, never any gripping or complaining. She wants to throw in my face that I had to request two days I normally work off. I'm sorry, my son's well baby check up is more important than a few hours at work, and I can't work if I don't have a baby sitter. What did she want me to do, bring my child to work with me? Talk about distractions. The in-laws are going out of town for an exquisite Valentines get away weekend. SOOO, who is gonna watch my child then? Casper the friendly ghost. My mother who is out of it because of chemo and alternative treatements? My druggie sister? Oh, I know one of the sets of mine and Scott's elderly grandparents (they are all 75 plus years, barely mobile, and don't drive, so IF something were to happen to Jayden, they'd have to way to take him to the doctors or er.), My dad who works? My brother that I haven't spoken to in 8 months? You tell me who? 


I get it, you have a business to run. I've been there done that. TRUST me I know how it goes. I think she forgets that. She treats any one who isn't her fave like dirt. I NEVER treated any of my employees the way she has treated me, or anyone else. I really DO NOT understand HOW she got to the place she is now. This manager gig has GONE TO HER HEAD BIG TIME! And she plans to be an operator one day? Good luck with that one. Because they way she runs things, she wont have any employees that will stay past a week or two. 


You are probably wondering why I've stuck it out so long here. I LOVE the company. I love what they do, what they stand for, who they are. I love the others that work there. She is just that ONE bad apple. 


I found out that she was ticked off to begin with because one of the new people was late 10 mins on her first day. I'm sorry, not my problem, you don't have to take it out on me.


They will be very angry when they see my transfer. But I can not take it any longer. It's NOT worth the waste in gas, nor the headache I get with my FULL time Mommy job. 


In any case, I'm done venting now. I guess.


I called the Pedi's office on my way home from work to see if I could bring him in early. They THANKFULLY said yes.


So we went in and after 3 hours were told he's got a bug, combined with teething and growing pains. SOOO, we are to use Tylenol (a higher dosage), frequent smaller feedings, and a vaporizer, and with his weight (He weighed in at 16 pounds 1 ounce today) that we were safe to give him baby ibuprofen. 


So we tired all of that. WHAT a different baby he's been. I'm still keeping up on the gas meds, and his oragel, just to be safe. 


So, we went to bible study tonight. He did great. Basically ate the entire time. Got home, finished feeding him. He feel asleep eating. Took him upstairs, cleaned him up, turned on the vaporizer, put him in a sleep sack, in his boppy pillow elevated (the Pedi said to do this to drain his nasal), and in his crib. I'm happy to say we are at the one hour mark of sleep! yay!


Anycase, I'm pretty wiped out. I have NO idea how I'm still even functioning at all. SOOO I'm going to bed now. I will talk to ya'll later. Good night.