My Milkbags Bring All the Boys to the Yard

Now, it remains to be seen if my magic milk does a third time screamer make. It definitely isn’t proving to be spit-up proof as Harrison yacks with some regularity. But I don’t care one bit right now if he screams later. Because we work in small victories around these parts. And our current victory is that before I busted out Saturday, my milk cups runneth over. And that, my friends, makes me so happy I could eat fried chicken {just go with it}. 

Yes. My milkbags may currently require their own zip code. My plump and perkies are prime for the pumping. And are getting pumped like its their job. Because right now, it is. Every three hours, my phone alarm sounds with the song “Bottle it up” {you gotta have a sense of humor, right?!} and my new breast friends, Flange 1 and Flange 2 cozy up for some quality time with my ta-tas. And that’s how our day goes… Lather, rinse, repeat. 

We transport the milk to Harrison’s refrigerator in his luxury suite at Methodist and then they feed it to the little man, which until today, he received at 6 cc’s an hour, through a feeding tube that is in his nose. As I mentioned above, he’s been doing a fair amount of spitting which we don’t love but his weight is holding steady at 3 lbs 1 oz {give or take} so today they made an adjustment for him to receive specialized formula to confirm that the spitting is not MSPI-related {due to the boys’ tummy troubs}. And though this is a road we’ve never ventured down before, I realize that exceptions must be made for each set of circumstances. So for now… Yay for feeding tubes!

When your superpower is making milk, you can sometimes encounter issues. Like right now, for instance, I am sitting in a chair, legs propped up, pillows under arms and ice bags on boobs. Yep. I am a weapon of mass production {no, I did not coin that phrase. Sadly}. My body just loves to lactate. And so now, my set is so swollen that I require a mix of ice, heat and deep massage, which in my former life, would be a recipe for a pretty wild night but given the current situation, it’s more of an inconvenience. The positive side of it all is that I can finally describe a part of my body as “rock hard” and I am not currently pulling double duty like I did with the first two feeders… Feeding, pumping, supplementing, sterilizing, all day long. And even though Harrison is getting formula for the current moment, I will keep pumpin it up for now until we know our long-term plan. Right now I get to rest a bit, nurse the sinus infection that seems to have shown up for the party and spend time staring at our sweet miracle. 

So I suppose of all of the superpowers I could possess, being a high volume milk making mama is a win. Who really needs Sodoku or Elements, anyway? And I am sure once/if Harrison can belly up to the boobfet, he will be in full agreement.