I'm pretty sure between midnight pumping and whatever on the planet is floating around I'm going to croak before allergy stuff/exhaustion disappear.
One day this child will be in college and I won't be pumping anymore. I say college because I feel positive that his love of nursing is going to mean weaning will be laughable.
Who else remembers the little cartons of Borden's chocolate milk during school lunch?
Ironically I didn't eat school lunch, but my grandfather delivered milk so I often got the delectable treat of a carton of nearly frozen Borden's chocolate milk. That is a heavenly memory, mind you. Heavenly.
Turns out there's a Borden's Ice Cream Shop in Lafayette.
Luckily it takes a solid 30 minutes to get there from my house.
One day this child will be in college and I won't be pumping anymore. I say college because I feel positive that his love of nursing is going to mean weaning will be laughable.
This creature of mine, she knows she's not supposed to eat the baby.
How does she know? I've told her a few times. I'm near positive that in the event were covered in peanut butter she would have a hard time discerning between baby and food. Her gift of discernment isn't there, especially when something tastes like food.
The other night the said child and dog had an issue because the child had pasta dangling from his feet. Talk about weenie dog trauma! The pain of watching pasta dangle from something you can't just jump at and attack is about as enjoyable as having your anal glands squeezed.
In the effort to get better sooner and not partake in my usual Cup O Soup sickness tradition I concocted a bit of short cut Bulletproof Bone Broth. Bone Broth being a fancy name for chicken or beef stock and all... with added gelatin (which I had none of by the way).
Anyhoo, here's how I made my Cuppa Bulletproof Stock:
Simmer - 1 cup-ish chicken stock, 1/4 tsp pink Himalayan Salt, 1/8 tsp pepper, 1/4 tsp turmeric, 1/4 tsp curry powder (because I didn't have ginger), and 1 tsp ghee. Once the ghee is melted and it's simmering blend with an immersion blender until frothy. Drink.
The end.
The baby has an obsession with laundry. I don't know why I'm sharing this, but it seemed relevant at the time.
Who else remembers the little cartons of Borden's chocolate milk during school lunch?
Ironically I didn't eat school lunch, but my grandfather delivered milk so I often got the delectable treat of a carton of nearly frozen Borden's chocolate milk. That is a heavenly memory, mind you. Heavenly.
Turns out there's a Borden's Ice Cream Shop in Lafayette.
Luckily it takes a solid 30 minutes to get there from my house.
How anyone pumps exclusively I will never know! I have steadily pumped at night and while at work, but for the nursing times I'm home we nurse.
I hate bottles honestly, and the other side of that is that there's no better way to shush a baby who is in full fledged freak out mode than nursing. How I'll calm a child down without it is yet to be learned. I kid!
Anyway, I'm counting down the next three months before official weaning begins just for the sake of not having to count my own water intake, make sure I've had ample fat/carb intake, and then fret over the amount of that water/fat/carb intake of mine comes out with my udder sucker. It's just sheer mania.
I've been fortunate enough to not have to supplement at all with formula, but it isn't because I am just making milk like a mad woman. It has taken a ton of work to stay at an output I like, figure out what voodoo caused me to get to that magically ounce output that day, and then attempt to repeat it day in and day out.
It's going to be a long time before I eat oatmeal again.
