Monday, March 7, 2016
Why I'm So Proud Of A Freezer Full Of Breastmilk
It's no secret that my body is pretty bad at the whole reproductive thing. I've had horribly irregular cycles since I was a teen, it took me ages to get pregnant, I spotted and bled throughout the first trimester and occasionally during the rest of the pregnancy, and I ended up having seizures and an emergency c-section because my uterus was literally rejecting the baby. It should not be a surprise that this makes me feel pretty down on myself sometimes.
When I am feeling disappointed by my body, all I have to do is walk into the kitchen and open the freezer. I may suck at bringing babies into the world, but by golly I can feed them once they get here. With the exceptions of a few feedings in the NICU and some small bit of supplementing in the first month, I have turned a 4 lb baby into a 13 lb baby in just FOUR months. I have pumped day and night to provide enough nourishment for this tiny life AND to stock a freezer. That is pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. Would I like it if she could just breastfeed directly? Yes, of course. And I'm still working towards making that goal a reality. But for the time being this is the way it has to be, and I'll do whatever it takes to give her what she needs.
So forgive me this bit of bragging, but I feel I've worked pretty hard for it!