There was a time when my breasts and I were good friends. We went everywhere together! We enjoyed swimsuits and nice shirts! I didn't complain about their size and they agreed not to get any smaller. When I had babies, they produce the nutritious milk that fed them. And then...
They betrayed me.
Arch-nemesis: Arch nemesis are friends from a long time ago that have more or less equivalent powers, but also have oposing ideologies. They are therefore always fighting with each other.
We are now unable to come to an agreement about two very important issues:
1.) I would like to offer my baby a bottle once a day so I can do things like sit in church services, go out with my husband, and enjoy different activities during the week. I would like to be able to do this without completely losing my milk supply. My breast are offended at the very thought of formula and are going on strike while this horrendous activity is still taking place.
2.) I would like my breasts to stay somewhat normal looking with no sagging. My breasts think I should just suck it up and by a nice bra.
So now we're at an impasse. Since my breasts don't actually "think" or have thoughts I'm guessing there is no reasoning with them. So I'm going to ridiculous lengths to keep up this milk supply. I started pumping daily, especially if Corbin gets a bottle feeding that day. I'm drinking Mother's milk tea like it's beer and I'm a college freshman. Chug Chug! And I'm going to have to mess up my "routine/schedule" to get more feedings in. Screw this supply and demand system - can I just call in my milk order? I'd like 4 ouces stat!
I nursed Hayden for 7 months. With Corbin's kidney and reflux issues I'd like to nurse him as long as possible. I'd like him to have the best nutrition I can give him. It's just a matter of IF I can continue to give it to him. =(
Days like these I feel like giving up. But I'm just going to keep on plugging along.