BREAST MILK. AMAZING. GROSS. AMAZINGLY GROSS.
Ok... yes, I pushed an actual human being out of my body, but breast milk is by far the weirdest thing my body has produced.
The sheer science behind it is amazing. How all of a sudden there is an overwhelming flow of fluids and this is what your baby will live and thrive off of.... and for three days you barely feel like wearing a shirt because you'll just end up changing 15 times because you haven't figured out how to turn to nozzles from mist to jet stream. As if it wasn't bad enough that you have to wear a pantyliner for three weeks straight, now I have to put pads in my BRA!?!?! The one time in my life where I don't need any help in that department and now I'm STUFFING?!!? Good grief.
As weird as it is (not seems, IS) and as tiring as it gets to feel like nothing but a feeding machine, a glorified Holstein, or Slurpee machine.... there is a certain pleasure I take in knowing that I alone am the soul source of life for my little girl. Sure there is a down side.... I ALONE AM THE SOUL SOURCE OF LIFE OF MY LITTLE GIRL.... not much anyone else can do to help at some times... but seeing Hailey go from this screaming colicky mess, to a peaceful chubby angel is quite rewarding.
My favorite part of nursing is there are times when Hailey is so ravenous she cups her cheeks as she feeds as if to say "OH MY GOD MOM, this milk... amazing... Julia Child would roll over in her grave... do I detect a hint of nutmeg? Watch out Mario Batali, there's a new set of boobs in the kitchen."
Ok... yes, I pushed an actual human being out of my body, but breast milk is by far the weirdest thing my body has produced.
The sheer science behind it is amazing. How all of a sudden there is an overwhelming flow of fluids and this is what your baby will live and thrive off of.... and for three days you barely feel like wearing a shirt because you'll just end up changing 15 times because you haven't figured out how to turn to nozzles from mist to jet stream. As if it wasn't bad enough that you have to wear a pantyliner for three weeks straight, now I have to put pads in my BRA!?!?! The one time in my life where I don't need any help in that department and now I'm STUFFING?!!? Good grief.
As weird as it is (not seems, IS) and as tiring as it gets to feel like nothing but a feeding machine, a glorified Holstein, or Slurpee machine.... there is a certain pleasure I take in knowing that I alone am the soul source of life for my little girl. Sure there is a down side.... I ALONE AM THE SOUL SOURCE OF LIFE OF MY LITTLE GIRL.... not much anyone else can do to help at some times... but seeing Hailey go from this screaming colicky mess, to a peaceful chubby angel is quite rewarding.
My favorite part of nursing is there are times when Hailey is so ravenous she cups her cheeks as she feeds as if to say "OH MY GOD MOM, this milk... amazing... Julia Child would roll over in her grave... do I detect a hint of nutmeg? Watch out Mario Batali, there's a new set of boobs in the kitchen."
No comments:
Post a Comment