Nothing shouts "SEXY" like the hands free nursing bra. The image is traumatizing, I know. Just when you think you have got the "nursing thing" down; you take it a step further and try the "pump". I have decided that motherhood is a series of learning curves. When you accomplish one task, there is a new responsibility lurking around the corner. I had been dreading starting the pumping process, but I knew that pumping was the key to me getting more consecutive hours of sleep- which is the ultimate goal and probably will continue to be the ultimate goal for the next... let's say...6 years of my life? You see, this is the way it works. Little man requires food every 3 hours ALL day, including those hours that no one, (except for people living in Japan) are awake. You must count every 3 hours from the start of one feed, to the start of another feed. Each feed takes about 30 minutes, then burping takes 20 minutes, then of course you have to swaddle him. After those steps, then you must calm him down if you want any chance at going back to sleep yourself. And so, after all is said and done, you MIGHT have an hour and a half left for your own sleep. So, you see, this is where the husband comes in. He can take one of your nightly feedings! So, of course, I had to try. Just when I thought my nipples had healed and become accustomed to my little munchkin; in comes a new suction device, the pump. When putting on this contraption, it feels as though my boobs are being inserted into a vacuum. Only, on this vacuum, I don't get the delight of watching my son's adorable face or listening to his soft, nuzzling noises. Despite my lackluster feelings about the pump, I must charge ahead with the end goal in mind. SLEEP!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I'm Bringing Sexy Back
Nothing shouts "SEXY" like the hands free nursing bra. The image is traumatizing, I know. Just when you think you have got the "nursing thing" down; you take it a step further and try the "pump". I have decided that motherhood is a series of learning curves. When you accomplish one task, there is a new responsibility lurking around the corner. I had been dreading starting the pumping process, but I knew that pumping was the key to me getting more consecutive hours of sleep- which is the ultimate goal and probably will continue to be the ultimate goal for the next... let's say...6 years of my life? You see, this is the way it works. Little man requires food every 3 hours ALL day, including those hours that no one, (except for people living in Japan) are awake. You must count every 3 hours from the start of one feed, to the start of another feed. Each feed takes about 30 minutes, then burping takes 20 minutes, then of course you have to swaddle him. After those steps, then you must calm him down if you want any chance at going back to sleep yourself. And so, after all is said and done, you MIGHT have an hour and a half left for your own sleep. So, you see, this is where the husband comes in. He can take one of your nightly feedings! So, of course, I had to try. Just when I thought my nipples had healed and become accustomed to my little munchkin; in comes a new suction device, the pump. When putting on this contraption, it feels as though my boobs are being inserted into a vacuum. Only, on this vacuum, I don't get the delight of watching my son's adorable face or listening to his soft, nuzzling noises. Despite my lackluster feelings about the pump, I must charge ahead with the end goal in mind. SLEEP!
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I always feel like a dairy cow when I strap myself into "the machine."
ReplyDeleteLOVE IT.....WE ARE Sexy when we are caring for our children(we just do not always feel like it)
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