After a rather ominous and lurching start last night, we all regrouped and babyQ has successfully had a bottle this evening. Mr.Q has fed babyQ.
Now, granted, I have to sit around with a glorified electric toilet plunger on the end of my boob for untallied minutes each day for the disappointing millilitres of milk that make this miracle possible, but it now opens up oh-so many options.
I could have a bath.
I could get my hair done.
I could get a pedicure.
I could [dare I say it?] sleep through the night. Okay, I doubt I could really sleep through the night, but I could stay in bed through the night. Or, at least, most of it.