Forty-Seven. Ninety-nine

b) SKIL iXO Vivo 2354-10 Compact 4-Volt Max Cordless Lithium-Ion Driver Combo Kit with Wine Opener 

 

c) 10 Boxes of Cracklin’ Oat Bran Cereal

So what is closest to $47.99? That’s right, folks. If you guessed D, you are correct. One. Can. Of. Infant. Formula. ONE. 

And this is why I breastfeed. Not because I’m the mom who is in love with breastfeeding {I think that’s become rather apparent over time} but because I’ve been given the ability to easily make enough milk for my sensitive bellied babes, from my boobs. And it would seem that through my modified diet, I can mostly keep their intolerance in check. Mostly. 

And I count myself lucky.

Because $47.99. That’s ludicrous. The nearly same amount I could pay to have a toaster that burns the face of Darth Vader into my breakfast, is what it would cost per can, if our babe were full-time on formula due to his MSPI diagnosis. Not familiar with MSPI, check out this post. Super fantastic, right?

For us, it’s truly not completely horrid because we only consume one can every couple of weeks. Harrison has continued on two bottles a day for nutritional purposes since coming home from the NICU. So I really can’t complain too much. Because there are plenty of peeps shelling out for full-time formula. But sweet acorn squash, the day we actually had to purchase a can after having received samples for several months, I wanted to say things like sweet acorn squash. And figure out why on earth this stuff isn’t covered by insurance {at least in the Cornhusker State}. 

I mean $47.99… that’s basically my Sephora budget. Seriously.

Oh, MSPI. You pesky intolerance, you. You wreak havoc on our babe’s bellies. And you are a completely mystery to me. You’re a little bit like the Chick Fil A that is supposed to be built in West Omaha. I hear about you. But I question the reality. Three boys and four months in on this go-round and I still don’t get you. But turns out, you don’t care if I get you or not. You are still hangin’ around. Causing spits, poops, screams, and crunching. But at least, having to have purchased formula this time around has me figuring out how fortunate I am. I have several friends who have not been able to breastfeed for various reasons. And because of an intolerance or sensitivity, they have had to rely solely on formula costing upwards of 20, 30, and 40 dollars a can. 

As Jonah would say, ahhhh nuhtz.

But. We’ve talked with our Ped and we’ve made an executive decision. We will finish out this current can of Elecrap {or as a good friend deemed it Hellecare. Creative, right?} and we will wave bye bye to the bottles of formula. Mr. H is growing like a sweet little weed {well, as weed-ish as the Brehm boys get}. At this point, he is presumably getting all the nutritional goods from my boobie juice. And so, we will clean out this can with the plan to mooooove on over to just mama’s MSPI milk. 

If he were sleeping through night on formula, I may be more reluctant to give up the goods. But as we are currently still rocking one to two wake-ups a night after some crazy fussy evening hours as of late, we are willing to say peace out to the powder. And just think, a couple months sans formula and we’ll likely be the proud owners of a Darth Vader Toaster, A Skil Drill set, and 10 boxes of Cracklin’ Oat Bran. But only if the price is right.