Well, I’m back from my girl’s weekend at the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah, and boy, to say I couldn’t wait to get home was an understatement. I was literally counting down the hours and minutes until I was reunited with my baby girl, Annabelle. I missed her so much and found myself envious of my husband for the time he was getting to spend with her while I was a million miles away on this snowy bachelorette weekend. I think I called every hour and 30 minutes to check in on her, to make sure she was getting her naps, eating well, and generally happy. My husband would tell me that nothing has changed since the last time I called an hour ago! Don’t get me wrong; this was a fun trip and it was interesting to see how the Sundance Film Festival worked, seeing as though I always read about it every year in magazines, but I guess right now my headspace is so centered on being a mom, that without Annabelle, I’m just not having as much fun.
Yo, what happened to my wingman?
Aside from the bachelorette, who is one of my college sorority sisters, one of my other good friends was supposed to come and we were going to be each other’s wingmen over this trip, since 20 or so ladies were going to be holed up in this big ole vacation rental house — most of which, I didn’t know. Unfortunately, she had to bow out at the last minute due to an illness, so I was on my own — no wingman! That definitely changed the dynamic of the trip for me. Everyone was super nice and I did bond with a couple of the girls, one of which had a 7 month old son, which made me feel better about leaving AB. Buuuuut I definitely missed my wingman and felt like I would’ve let my hair down more had she been there.
So, this is a good time to answer the question of my last blog; “will this new mama get her groove back at the Sundance Film Festival?” The answer is…no! Dang it! Well, in all fairness, who gets crazy and wasted in Utah? I had three Sangrias at dinner and didn’t feel a thing! There’s like no alcohol in that state. But anyway, it was a pretty subdued weekend for everyone — even the bachelorette. Besides, it was the opening weekend of a major film festival, so we made seeing movies a priority.
Festivals only show indie films with no popcorn? WHAAAAT?
Let’s talk movies and the festival process. I always call myself a movie buff, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m some crazed indie film lover who enjoys drowning my sorrows in depressing movies that win Oscars year over year. I like romantic comedies! I love buttered movie popcorn and a giant fountain drink. So obvy the Sundance Film Festival is not exactly my speed. You take shuttle busses all over Park City to different “viewing theaters” (read: not a real movie theater) that have conference rooms for movie makers to meet and sell to distributors afterward. The concession stand is a crying shame. No popcorn — and you can’t even take a soda into the theater, only water! WHAT! How un-American is a movie theater without popcorn?? After the movie, the film maker does a Q&A with the audience, and you have all these super annoying beanie wearing indie wannabe film makers, directors, or “actors” asking what the inspiration was for the movie, or what certain metaphors were supposed to mean. Gag me!
If I found a movie boring, I’d just ditch it and go pump in the bathroom with my manual handheld pump. We saw three films, the first being a foreign Samoan film with subtitles and I still can’t tell you what the movie was about… but it was like watching paint dry. With zero dialogue in the first 10 minutes of the movie, I wanted to lean over to my wingman and dryly say: “This is so RIVETING!” Call me uncultured, but that movie sucked. We saw one really cute and funny romantic comedy called “The First Time” and it was about the awkwardness that ensues when you lose your virginity in high school. The audience loved it and they even brought the cast out afterward during the Q&A. Of course I missed that part because I was in the bathroom pumping.
Excuse me, I need to go pump
Now let’s talk about the pumping. If I never pump again, it’ll be too soon. I pumped about 5 times a day, including some mini pumping sessions in public bathrooms if necessary. It was definitely my ball ‘n chain throughout the weekend. But I was happily surprised by how much breast milk I could produce when I’m pumping around the clock. I didn’t count, but it’s was probably around 20 bags of milk. I had to go buy an additional storage cooler to put all the milk in! I was so afraid after all that pumping that the milk would thaw on my trip home and be no good (because thawed milk needs to be consumed within 24 hours), but thankfully by packing it tight with ice packets, it stayed nice and frozen on the way home! Now my freezer storage of breast milk is nice and bountiful!
What I learned about myself over this trip is how much I love being a mother. I missed my baby girl like crazy and found myself gazing at her pictures on my cell phone throughout the weekend. My life is different now. My priorities are different. Girl’s weekends are fun, but I’m happiest when I’m holding my little Annie B. 🙂
- Big weekend: My baby has been “saved” (Halleluiah!) and I got older with diamonds!
- Ok, so maybe the cry it out method is working…
- Mourning breastfeeding while I’m still breastfeeding - when returning to work hurts your milk supply…
- My next phase of motherhood: Working Mom.
- Moms can hang in Hollywood in hot pink skinny jeans, too. Just saying…
- Entering a cutest baby contest – my baby must win or I am a failure.
- Check out our precious newborn photography!
- My quick diet before Hollywood -- cut out midweek drinking. But ugh, it’s kind of hard!!
- Well, we made it through Christmas AND a trip to the ER on New Year’s Eve! OMG! Let's catch up, friends!
- Waiting to get fat…come on baby, show yourself!