This is why I'm a moocow
So as I'm typing this, I'm hooked up to a "Pump In Style" breastpump. I hate pumping; life just seems to stand still. Toddler wants food, twins start crying, dogs want the gate to the backyard opened...but I'm attached by plastic tubes to my udder. The worst part is that even though I do this every day, I only make about half as much milk as I need to feed two infants, so I have to supplement with formula, which makes them gassy. But if I stopped, full formula would make them constipated. Also, the real stuff is just too good for them to stop for selfish reasons.
I lasted nine months with DD#1; by the end, I was cracked and bleeding all the time, and had suffered mastitis twice. I let myself dry up when I nursed my DD and saw her face was covered in blood when she was done. I used every kind of cream and ointment to keep going as long as I could. I tried gel packs, nipple shields, and air drying. Not a damn thing helped.
So this time, I'm not in such bad shape, but I'm certainly annoyed and frustrated. And sore, at the very least.
I lasted nine months with DD#1; by the end, I was cracked and bleeding all the time, and had suffered mastitis twice. I let myself dry up when I nursed my DD and saw her face was covered in blood when she was done. I used every kind of cream and ointment to keep going as long as I could. I tried gel packs, nipple shields, and air drying. Not a damn thing helped.
So this time, I'm not in such bad shape, but I'm certainly annoyed and frustrated. And sore, at the very least.
