Best day EVER!

When my daughter was 8 days old, she decided to quit nursing.  Completely.  I was caught totally off guard.

A few months before she was born, the woman who had been my lactation consultant when I was in the hospital with my son told me that no two nursing relationships were the same.  Just because my son and I had enjoyed 13 months of nursing with no trouble didn’t mean I would have the same success with her.

Cue eye rolling.  Whatever.  My son loved to nurse, of course my daughter would just latch right on!

Well, she did.  She latched right on, gained weight like she was supposed to, then when she was 5 days old we were up all night with me trying and trying to feed her and her acting like nursing was the worst thing ever.  By the time she was 8 days old, she refused entirely.  I never figured it out.  Was I choking her?  Did she have some sort of hidden tongue tie?  No idea.

I fought for several weeks with nipple shields, and was actually starting to make progress when I went back to work.  Then I had to make the choice between continuing to nurse (which, let’s face it, wasn’t particularly fun for either of us and took HOURS of work) or spending time with my son.

So for the last almost 9 months, I have been strapped to the damn breast pump.  The bane of my existence.  Amazing how much more I hate this thing when I’m stuck exclusively to it.  It actually makes me miss nursing.

But today.  Oh yes, today.

Today, I decided to organize my stash of frozen milk that was all in a disarray since we moved.  (I hauled an entire freezer-full from Montana to Utah!  And in this tiny rental, I chose my freezer over having a dryer!)  The dates were all mixed up so now that we’re slowly starting to use some (my supply is dropping as my motivation drops), I needed to get the oldest stuff moved to the front.

So I organized.  And I counted.

And I have 475 bags of frozen milk.  That’s right, I have 2,850 ounces sitting in my freezer right now.

My daughter will be one year old in 95 days.  Which means that if we do the math, I can use 30 oz of that frozen stash a day and not run out before her birthday.

She’s only drinking 30 ounces a day total right now.

Halle-freakin-lujah!

If I’m looking for reasons to be content with my life right now, the fact that I am now only strapped to that pump as much as I want (which will translate into a couple times a day or so, instead of the 5 or 6 times- including middle of the night- that it was)- this is at the top of the list!

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Isn’t it beautiful?  🙂

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