Making the breast of things

When I wrote my initial post about breast feeding, never did I imagine the scenarios that would occur when I actually put my money where my boobs are.

The proverbial “they” say that breast feeding is better for babies on all levels, nutritionally and even emotionally. The skin to skin bonding is supposed to help with raising well-adjusted children. Charles Manson must have been a formula baby.

Many pregnant women wonder “How will I know when my milk comes in?” Well ladies, when you wake up feeling like someone poured concrete in your breasts and they are about to explode – your milk has come in.

I found that my daughter has three phases to let me know she is hungry. The “More Milk” dance typically begins when CeCe starts gurgling and waving her hands around in the air. With her tiny arms peeking out from the gaping sleeves of her sleeping gowns, she resembles some sort of baby wizard speaking gibberish and casting spells.

Phase two begins when the baby starts grunting like a wild boar and attempting to chew her sleeve, blanket, Daddy's hand, whatever is within her very limited range.

Naturally, the last phase of the hunger dance concludes with CeCe wailing her head off like someone is amputating one of her toes without anesthesia.

I usually try to get my torso disrobed before phase two ends. Because CeCe's jaw clamps down like a bear trap when she's kept waiting too long.

We've been successful so far in our nursing journey, with a few surprises along the way. I never knew how far breast milk could spray on its own accord.

In our second week home, Matt, CeCe and I were enjoying some t.v. time together and our little girl wanted a snack. But in the middle of assuaging her appetite, she abruptly slipped off of her target and revealed a stream of milk that shot across the room.

As I frantically spun from side to side looking for a burp cloth, I looked like a human lawn sprinkler. When I resorted to simply slamming my hand over the blast, I looked down to see my daughter's beautiful face covered forehead to chin in milk. Awesome.

Beyond the fact that a new mom's breasts occasionally turn into tiny uncontrollable volcanoes that erupt milk lava with no warning, we've tackled the issues that come with nursing although I'm sure there are many more to come. The main lessons I've learned from nursing in this short time have to be:

A) When your home is being overrun by visitors wanting to coo and cuddle your child, you can always slip away for some private time with baby by nursing, and

B) When life gives you excess boob milk, choose to laugh about it. Your couch cushions may get sprayed, your shirts will be soaked, but if you choose laughter when it happens- you'll be smiling a lot.

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