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I love nursing, but...

I love nursing but I don't love waking up with my shirt soaked with milk....my milk.
And it wouldn't be so bad to nurse if I had more than three nursing bras, because I am washing them like every, well, 3 days because I usually have soaked through them sometime during the day or night, and, well, they smell after that. (lovely I know)

Nursing would be better if I could take a shower and not worry about getting from the shower to my bra before the pipes burst and leak all over the floor.
Since we are on the subject of pipes bursting, nursing would also be better if I didn't spray my baby in the face when the pipes are full and she can't swallow fast enough, so milk goes spurting everywhere, in every which direction...

I love nursing, but I wish I was a good public nurser...see, I can't quite keep the blanket on my shoulder well enough to try and get the baby to latch on, while making sure you can't see my,eh uumm, mammory gland, and so then I start to sweat because I start to get a little nervous or stressed and....well you get the point.

I love nursing, but at the same time I wish I could go to my dermatologist for drugs to get my skin looking better again like I've done in the past, but I don't. Because why?
Because I love to nurse.

I love nursing, because my baby is the most precious possession I have acquired in my life, and this is my favorite moment in the day, when I get to spend precious time with my baby, because I only get these moments for a little while.

So that, my friends, is why I diligently tromp down cemement stairs, to a dark, damp basement to a womens bathroom/locker room with bare walls and white pipes for a ceiling and pump while I am at work. Did I mention that this basement used to also be home to a morgue for the state hospital?

yep.

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Anonymous said…
lol...great post megs. You are too funny - and such a great mom!
August 6, 2008 at 10:09 PM
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