Liquid Gold

Breast milk.  Otherwise known as liquid gold.

I think I have a hoarding breast milk problem because I stockpile it, and then I don't want to use it.  I want to have it.  Stockpiled.

Given my hoarding-of-breast-milk nature, you can imagine how I might feel if it (being the pumped milk) gets spilled.

Ryan found out one day when he was transferring some into a bottle for Camden.  He probably spilled an ounce or so and thought it was no big deal.  I proceeded to scold him and suggest he be more careful.  For heaven sakes, use a funnel, man!

Now that I feel like my supply is teetering due to pumping every day, this stuff is even more valuable.

A few days ago I spilled some after (accidentally) knocking over a container of freshly pumped gold.  I let out a small cry of anguish and a very slow, "Nooooooo!" as the goods dripped out of the bottle.

Son of a nutcracker.

Source

Do you think they ever feature breast milk hoarders on Hoarders: Buried Alive?

Sister needs an intervention.

 

Take Luck,

LP

Pancakes

Breastfeeding is hard.

The whole experience has been fairly smooth for us and it's still hard.

Since returning back to work and pumping while away from Camden, I've felt that my supply has somewhat decreased.  In an effort to get my supply back up, I've been doing things like pumping after feeding him, drinking even more water (which I didn't think was possible), and taking the supplement fenugreek.

Before taking fenugreek I had talked to our favorite doula, Laura, and a friend of mine, Kara.  Both of them told me it's possible that fenugreek could make me smell like maple syrup.

My response was - there are worse things to smell like.

I had been taking the supplement for a few days when one night, I hugged Ryan goodnight.  He knew I was taking this supplement but I had not mentioned this possibly smelly side effect.

After our hug he gave me a very puzzled look and said, "You smell like pancakes."

I started laughing and asked, "You mean maple syrup?"

With a look of amazement he replied, "Yes!"

Oh, boy.  So, smelling like maple syrup isn't so much a possibility in my case - but a certainty.  Lovely.

It has become a little joke between us now.  At least once a day he tells me (with a sly little smile), "You smell like pancakes."

I'm not sure I'll ever look at those delectable breakfast flapjacks in the same way again.

Take Luck,

LP