Yep, that's right. She won. My white flag is up in the air and waving. I give up. No more nursing. Every time I even begin to put Little into nursing position she gives me her best tornado siren impression...except louder...and angrier than any tornado siren I've ever heard. I've been pumping full time for over a week now and I just can't keep it up anymore. I'm stressed about fitting it in to my daily schedule, about making sure that Big doesn't burn down the house while I'm trapped with both hands holding plastic containers on my boobs for 20 minutes 7 times a day (sounds sexy, no?), about whether I can keep my supply up enough that I can meet her feeding needs and all that goes with that (upping fluid intake=extra trips to the potty...like I have time for that), about making sure that my pump pieces and bottles are clean after each use so that I have them for the next use...and I just. can't. do. it. anymore. So I gave her a bottle of formula last night. ::sniff:: And I know there is nothing wrong with formula. It's formulated (hee) specifically for baby nutrition...it's good for her. And she liked it, drank it right up...which was a relief...but I still have this feeling of emptiness about the whole thing. ::sniff sniff::
On a "well isn't that ironic" note...I'm still pumping for the time being, to transition Little to formula and to transition myself from dairy cow to just regular cow (I have plenty of hind quarter)...and wouldn't you know it, when I pumped this morning I got 11 ounces of milk...more that I have gotten during this whole stupid pumping thing. My supply is finally up, just in time for me to shut down the factory. Figures.
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3 comments:
You are a great mom.. And little will be just fine..
Poor YOU!! Hugs and hang in there! Little will be great and so will you!
This is hard. But you have done great! And she will be just fine. (And you get your body back, which really is nice.)
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