**WARNING- This post is about boobies. It will be about the wonderful nature of boobies, awesome things I have learned about them, and may be a story or two about mine. So, if you don’t want to read about boobies or are my dad, you probably just want to skip this one. If you read it and you’re offended then you’re stupid and I warned you and I probably don’t want you here anyways ;)
Boobies. I never thought much about boobs. I never had boobs. I always wanted boobs so I’d fit into my tops better, but my husband is a butt man, so it was never a total issue anyways.
Then I got pregnant. Holy boobies. I loved my pregnant boobies. They were giganormous. Man I miss those boobies. Because THOSE boobies left my current boobies covered in stretch marks and not-so-perky. Thanks pregnant boobies. Those 7 months were fun. I’ll always remember you. RIP.
Through this whole breastfeeding experience I have learned a lot about boobs. Did you know that your milk in the morning is like COFFEE for babies?! It has SOMETHING in it that wakes the baby up and your night milk has SOMETHING in it that puts them to sleep. So if you’re pumping you should label your bags, trays, bottles, whatever, with the time so you don’t give baby a cappuccino at 11pm.
Something I learned in my booby club the other day really interested me and I shared it with the Twitter world and got tons of responses. I was talking about those Milkie thingies that catch leaking milk and you collect it and put it in the freezer for your stash. Well y’all know I HATE pumping with a PASSION so I was like “Heck yeah I’m getting me some of those and I’ll never have to pump. In a week I could definitely make enough for a bottle or two for Christopher to have while I go see a movie.” Well then I got to thinking, that milk will just be foremilk, no fat, will give Austin a tummy ache and make for some green poop. So I thought oh well, nice thought. BUT THEN my LC told me that if I do a breast massage (See dad, I told you, stop reading) before nursing it’ll mix the hind and fore milk. The hind milk sticks to the ducts and the “skinny” milk comes out first because it’s thinner obviously and then the hind milks comes when the baby is working on it. SO COOL RIGHT?!?! So I need some milkies and a breast massage. Takers?
Austin is now reaching for me. I thought I noticed it a couple times but wasn’t sure. Then Christopher mentioned it, so I knew he must be doing it. And then, my suspicions were confirmed. As I lay a screaming hungry tired baby on the bed and get the girls out, Austin rolls to his side, stretches his arms all the way out, grabs me, closes his eyes and opens his mouth. Like a bird. So this is the new norm. I get felt up by the baby every time he comes close to the boobies. Like Christopher wasn’t enough…
And in case you don’t believe me, see for yourself. Just trying to take a cute family photo one night…
I love how his face is blurred. It’s like he spotted the boobies and whipped his head around as fast as he could.
All jokes aside (may be) nothing is sweeter than a little nursling. What a soft sweet serene face he makes… My absolute favorite thing is when he looks up at me and smiles and tries to keep nursing but can’t because his smile is just too big. What a wonderful experience. I will never forget it!
Did anyone do a boobie count? How many times did I say it? 6th graders every where would be proud. Although, no 6th grader should be reading this. Never mind.
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breastfeeding,
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