Anyone who has ever had to pump breast milk knows that the pumped milk is, as a friend referred to it, liquid gold. That's why, when preparing a bottle for Baby X and knocking over and spilling 4 oz. of breast milk, I wanted to cry.
I'm not a huge fan of breastfeeding. My babies don't do it well. I'm not comfortable doing it anywhere that isn't extremely private. Etc. Etc. I do it because it's what's best for the baby. Since Baby X was in the hospital for a week, and hadn't been gaining weight like he was supposed to due to his heart condition, he was put on a high calorie diet. High Calorie Formula. Fortified Breast Milk. So while he's now getting almost only breast milk, he is not in fact, breast feeding. It's almost a win win situation for me. Except for the pumping. I have to pump. And I still have to feed him a bottle. And then there's the occasional spilled breast milk that has to be cried over.
An avid reader, sometimes writer, wife, mom, homeschooler, baker of yummy treats. I grew up in California, jumped around the United States (Kansas, Virginia, Ohio) and somehow ended up in Beijing China.