On Saturday at my Dad's house, his neighbor brought her two week old grandson over for a little showing off. I happily took my turn holding his tiny little 8 pound body and cooing over his sweet hair and smell, all the while trying to convince myself that Kate was at some point all squishy and sleepy like he was. I noticed the minute I took him in my arms that he turned his head to the side and started rooting on my arm...he smelled lunch. That prompted me to ask if he was a breast baby. Grandma said that all his momma was able to do was pump about a bottle a day, so that's all the breast milk he got. That's when the tirade began in my head that went something like this:
"Well of course that's all the breast milk she can produce because she's not putting him to the breast! There's no pump in the world that is as efficient as a baby at sucking that milk out of there. Put that baby on your boob every single time he roots for it; he's doing this for a reason! God designed those babies to make you produce the milk they need and he can't do his job of you won't let him!"
I resisted the urge to launch into a breastfeeding monologue and instead smiled, while resisting the urge to take that little guy and just feed him myself.
I've become one of those breastfeeding Nazis. Who knew?
3 comments:
Oh dear...you and me both! ;)
~we could have a club! I actually convinced a friend of mine that I had TONS of frozen if she ever needed any -was that bad? LOL what? they'd buy crap from a can?!
{snicker}
Happens to the best of us! So glad it's workek out so well for you! By the way the verification word for this comment is flusi. Just thought that was funny.
Hilarious Brandi!! I love it. :)
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