A.B. Kagledom

A three day weekend following a long weekend away is a wonderful thing. We have lots of friends to see, a birthday for one of Simon's close friends, time to really get going on demolishing the concrete in our backyard, yard work in general, and catching up on the frozen milk storage.

A couple of weeks ago we made formula a permanent fixture in Adlai's life after we realized that he didn't need to cry-it-out if offered three or four ounces of formula before he happily passes out on his own. That's after two full nursings and an enormous meal of solid food in the preceding two hours. He's a crazy hungry kid that way. In any case, after given a few ounces of formula he falls into a food coma and doesn't awaken until between 11:30 and 2 at which time one long nursing is usually enough to fill him up until morning. And after he passes out from the formula, I can safely assume he won't need me so I pump one last time adding to the next day's supply. I am a milk machine.

It is a great thing that we have electric pumps or breastfeeding and working away from home just wouldn't be realistic. However, pumping is just about the last thing you WANT to do during the work day. Sure, there are worse things... Well, I just can't think of any. It hurts, it takes time, it's not particularly business-like, and it's really disappointing when you can't make enough - after four or five twenty minute pumping sessions a day - to feed your kid without the addition of formula.

So it is nice that there is the option but you better believe there will be a celebration when the pump is permanently retired. Seven more months to go!