Baby in Chief is almost four weeks old, and I recently started using the breast pump so that Father in Chief could help out with those gruesome middle-of-the-night feedings. I'd been avoiding the pump because I had used it so frequently when Toddler in Chief was nursing--to establish my milk supply when he was born and hospitalized for the first three weeks of his life, to always have milk to offer after every feeding at the breast (because breastfeeding is hard work and was sometimes too exhausting for TIC when he was brand new), for the two weeks he was hospitalized for his second heart operation, for the six weeks he was on a non-fat diet after his surgery, for relief from engorged breasts, or just a night out. I was standing in the kitchen assembling the pump and the freshly boiled assorted accessories when I had a funny little reminder about how my body remembers the pump...my milk let down. Most women get that when their baby cries or they think about nursing. Not me. I just need to see an assembled breast pump.
i hope you don't mind if i find that humorous. i must say i'm slightly envious. how easy it is to feed the little baby -- no mess no fuss. you'll appreciate this once you get that pump going.
ReplyDeletemeanwhile, my two year old enjoys smushing banana into the carpet and throwing jelly-laden pieces of toast onto the floor. naturally, they always seem to land jelly face down.
welcome back MIC! the pump...ah, what memories. i'm selling mine this week. can't say i'm all that sad:)
ReplyDeletehope all is going well! you'll be dancing and rocking out to notorius soon enough!!
Very funny! Just yesterday, I retired mine to basement storage. It was a beautiful moment. ;)
ReplyDeleteHee! Totally happens to me too.
ReplyDeleteToo funny! Thanks for stopping by the pumping project to share.
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