Really, I Am Smart . . .

Today at 10:15, I found a voice mail message.

"Miranda, this is Megan. We just noticed that Gavin doesn't have any bottles today. He's OK now, but we know he'll need those."

"Oh, crap," I think. "I'm in this meeting. When will we get out? What time did he eat yesterday? About 11? Hmm. Can I call Dave to go home and pick up his bottles? Do I have time to go get them before he gets hungry? This meeting. I haven't pumped yet. But I guess I could. But I don't have a bottle to put it in. Oh, I guess I can go nurse him."

Really. It took me that process to get to, "I'll go feed him." I promise I am smart. I am capable of taking care of Gavin. His school bag was filled with diapers, so I didn't notice the lack of bottles. I was concerned with being sure he had juice for his rice cereal, which we forgot Monday. I did so well for the first 4 weeks. How did I fall apart this week?

Tomorrow's a new day. Gavin will get to school with everything he needs: milk, diapers, juice. But most importantly---love.