At 4:30 am this morning I cried over spilled milk. Boob milk is like liquid gold to me. I have to supplement, so when I get the chance to give my small small gold, I run with it. I pumped at 4:30 am because engorgment was an understatement. Just as I was grinning with accomplishment that I got out a sufficient amount of milk, I thought I would drop it, and let it spill all over my couch. I cried. I cried because I spilled my milk, and cried harder because it wasn't the first time I'd done that. Or second. I'd wasted liquid gold that comes by the precious ounce. I have a slighting suspicion that hormones might have something to do with it as well. (with those ever level out?) Too much information? Probably. But I lost all sense of privacy when this child came into the world. Good night.
P.s. how is Charlee already five weeks old? Sniff sniff
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
don't cry over spilled milk
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Oh, Mama. I'm sorry. I remember those days. Thought I would never see the light at the (yada, yada). I STILL like to blame everything on the hormones ;) It was so nice seeing you and the new babe the other night.
xoxo's
:( this takes me back! although my story is a bit different.. i can provide milk for the neighborhood but my last two babies cant have it :( so sad! cheep up! baby loves you no matter what! and ya.. my hormones are still wack. lol i don't think mine will ever go back
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