#27

Now that I am completely finished breastfeeding…I am a bit sad.  With the twins, my lovely lady lumps called it quits at 5 months old.  Which made me feel like a horrible mom.  So this second time around I didn’t listen to the nurses when they told me I needed to pump and supplement with formula.  I took my tidbit of a baby and the two of us figured the whole thing out, alone and without outside interruptions.  I exclusively breastfed her until she was 9 1/2 months old.  She started supplementing because I could tell my milkers were not quite doing their job.  Her first bottle my hubby gave her and when she took it I balled….it felt like my baby was a teenager.  She still nursed for a month more while transitioning before my bod gave up.  She went from petite to pudgy in a week flat!!  haha!!  So over the last few days I have been remembering our special experiences fondly.

Like the time at Disneyland for Mickey’s Halloween Party-
She was 1 month old and thinking I was hysterical, stuffed my fat butt into a skintight Avatar bodysuit.  Complete with full paint, a tail, wig and oh yeah a pale white loaf sized baby dining at my boob the entire night!!

Or the time at the LA County Fair, while my 2 year olds were illegally bungie trampoline jumping (They were waaay too young but somehow my son talked the men into letting them go…I know, BAD mom….Hey, they’re still alive), my 2 week old was locked at the human baba keeping us both toasty in the freezing weather.  In the insanely loud and crazy atmosphere she somehow slept like….well….a baby!
The bunches of times on the side of a stage while daddy blared guitar (while wearing baby headphones of course!), walking in a charity marathon, while non stop traveling and always being bounced around like crazy while mama ran after the twins:).  It wasn’t always the conventional way, but I made it work in our crazy lives and she followed suit like a perfect little bean.  On the run breastfeeding I’ll call it:)  haha and I will miss it!  I love you my sweet Renn
You got any awkward or funny breastfeeding stories?  

9 Replies to “#27”

  1. My awkward breastfeeding story is……….well……is…….I could NOT BELIEVE that milk came out of my insanely microscopic mosquito bumps. AKA IMMB's….I mean…. my IMMB's produced milk….LOTS of milk…what….where the ? is this milk coming from? I didn't even change a bra size and I have milk. I swear…my utters (sorry) must have been connected to my esophagus and every time I drank milk…my IMMB's got supplied….seriously?
    I LOVED breastfeeding my babies. ALL 3 of them.Loved the cuddles and the smell of milk on their breath. Nothing like it…my baby will be 5 in November…sad!! Anyways… I'm still wandering where all that milk came from … Sadly…My bumps haven't changed much. Hopefully one day…I will be able to call them IMMBOS….Yeah…Insanely Microscopic Mosquito Bumps On Steroids! 😀
    LOVE YOU HAY!!!

  2. My first baby was my hippy child—took him to concerts, where he had no trouble sleeping when he was needing to, took him to his first one when he was a couple weeks old. Not so with my second son, wanted to be in bed on time and not happy if this was not possible…On the production issue, holy cow–lol–I produced for a couple years after I stopped feeding, just lucky? NOT!

  3. You are such an inspiration!!! I complained about breastfeeding my first son and here you are doing it for 5 months with twins and 9.5 months with your third baby with twins wandering around. AMAZING! My son was a 10-lber so he required way more milk than I could produce so I pumped for 5 months straight plus supplemented to keep his tummy happy. And, like you, I felt like the WORST mother ever when I decided to quit. Keep up the good work! I can tell that you're an awesome mother!

  4. Deanne- You crack me up!! IMMB's???!!! You are insane! Can't believe tiny will be 5!!! I can't believe the twins will be 4 in November!! It goes by sooo scary fast! Miss you!!

    yoblue- It's very funny how kids are who they are:) And a few years!! Oh my gosh!! That's amazing!! I wish my body would have gone longer…but it probably cut off because it knew I wouldn't have been able to quit myself. I would have been one of those freaks nursing my son til his wedding day!! haha Um yes I'm kidding!

    Robin- Wow thank you! I think pumping is WAAAY harder than just whippin it out. You've now got to clean all the pump crap and bottles… and it takes forever. Whereas exclusive breastfeeding is the lazy way out… pop on the kid and drag em everywhere:) And a 10 lb baby!!?? Good job mama!!

  5. I think anyone who has breastfed has some awkward story. One of my favorites was when my daughter was a newborn. One of my closest friends came over to visit and she was sitting in the recliner caddy-corner to where I was feeding the babe. As soon as I was done she had gotten up to grab the baby from me and as soon as I moved the baby, milk shot right in the direction of where her head would have been. She stopped for a minute and then we both were laughing so hard that we had tears going down our faces. Nothin' like squirting boob milk at your BFF 🙂

    I breastfed my daughter for a little over a year. I started doing whole milk and breast milk mixtures when she was almost a year. I was a pumping Momma too. I work full-time, so I had to pump twice a day to make sure little cow baby was happy and content. I would pump in this book closet at work, and my sign for the door was a picture of a cow holding a sign saying "occupied". People dug that 🙂 I agree that whipping it out is WAY easier then pumping it out!

  6. I have 3 girls and another one on the way. I breastfed them all, and I too agree that it is easier to whip it out than to pump! My awkward story…… I went to the big fair near my hometown, with my month old Big Mack and my Sister and her family. Nic named Big Mack due to her size! When babies are hungry, they are hungry, they don't care where you are or what you are doing or who you are with. So rather then have my sister sit with me when we just got there, I whipped it out and fed Big Mack while we walked around the fair. One of the carnival game guys looked at me funny and said, "whatcha got goin on under there?" I said, "I'm breastfeeding my baby!" he then said, "cool, that's talent!" And I thought I was walking around unnoticed.

  7. Fillmore Charlotte…April 7th…newborn 3 weeks old dropped off at Nana's so Mama could go see Jonny Lang (rescheduled from Oct for little Renn's arrival)…pumping in the back seat of the car, called Nana to check on the little guy and didn't realize I had overfilled the bottles, spilling liquid gold in my lap, cleaned that up, hooked up new bottles…security guy comes to see what's going on (I had left the headlights on while powering the pump), I'm sure he was expecting some frisky business and boy did he get a show! See my boobs, I don't care, just let me finish so I can get back before JL takes the stage!

  8. Jacquie- hahaha! Guess theres no better way of becoming closer with a friend than shooting your milk at her!!!!
    And the cow sign…Genius!

    Christine-Walk and feed…easiest way to still have a life:) Otherwise we would have been sitting for a year! Plus month olds are pretty much attached 24/7. You had no other choice:)

    CoolMtn-Oh my gosh! This is amazing!! Jonny was actually heading to the airport for that original show when I went into labor. We thought maybe he could do it and fly back home but the dr said "uh no we are doing a c-section in 2 hours!" Glad he never made that flight!!!

  9. Oh yes.

    I went back to work when each of my kids were about 12 weeks old and I pumped in the supply closet. Everybody in my office knew the deal. I taped a sign to the door that said "knock before entering" and they all left me alone unless there was some kind of emergency for printer paper or something then the females could knock, I'd cover up, and they could come in.

    One day I was pumping in the closet, blouse open and displaying full frontal to the white out and sticky notes when 3 things happened simultaneously. 1-knock, 2-door opening, 3-Office Depot delivery man announced "Office Dep – OH!!!!!"

    Hard to know who was more mortified. After that I changed my door note to read "Knock, wait for reply, THEN enter".

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