Breastmilk makes me emotional…
– I feel indignant when someone suggests something in my milk is making my son sick.
– I feel angry when my husband forgets to put the bottle back in the fridge at the end of the night and I have to pour the "liquid gold" down the drain. (Though not too angry since he did take the late night shift so I could get some sleeeeeep.)
– I feel exhausted when I close my office door to pump AGAIN.
– I feel weepy when my breast pump cracks and the milk I work so hard for spills. (But, I can’t cry because I have to maintain some shred of professional dignity while wearing my milk-stained blouse and trousers to my next meeting.)
– I feel wistful when I think of milkshakes and grilled cheese sandwiches and all the other yummy dairy treats I’ve given up to make this work.
– I feel astonishment when I look at how much my son as grown and developed while existing almost entirely on the milk I produce. Our bodies truly are amazing.
– I feel gratitude when I think of the encouragement I got when breastfeeding was a dirty word and I was struggling.
– I feel proud that despite all the difficulties, I am still breastfeeding as my son turns 5 months old today.
Real Moms make room in the minibar for breastmilk.
I wrote this post as part of the meme that Kristen at The Mom Trap started. You can see the other Real Mom Truths here .
Here’s how it works:
Put up a post "Real Moms [insert what you do here]", followed by an
explanation (feel free to use more sentences than just one run-on one
like me), a picture, and a "Real Moms. Making ….". Then tag five
people.
I’m tagging Sheri and Abby K.