Rebekah has become very fussy/frustrated when I try to nurse her lately. On Tuesday, I finally decided to quit driving us both nuts and I started pumping. I am currently pumping around 12oz of breastmilk daily. She will nurse some overnight, but she takes a bottle very well at any hour, so whatever it takes at this point.
I am also currently supplementing maybe 8oz with Meyenberg powdered goat milk, as I work at building my supply.
I hate pumping. The hum of the pump mrrrrr mrrrr…starts sounding like a cow to me. And I scowl at it. When I’m home, I now pump 5min on each side and take a 30 minute break, and repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
I have a new found compassion for women who gave up breastfeeding. This is my fifth baby, and I never had a problem with my other four EVER. Not at all.
They were fat and healthy and born pros at nursing. I get it now. I get it. Oh my lord, how does anyone work this hard at sticking with nursing for more than 3-4 days?
I hope I don’t give up. Don’t let me.
My brain has these movie quotes tumbling around in my head.
I have nipples, Greg. Could you milk me?
Little…little Gepetto. That’s what we named him. Into a little saucer.
Are there many farms in Detroit, Greg?
You never told me about your cat-milking days in Motown.
Mrrrr mrrrrr mrrrr. Either you know exactly what I’m feeling here or you don’t know at all. I don’t think there’s much middle ground.
So while I build my supply, I’ve been reading about supplementing with a homemade raw goat milk formula.
Sweatpants. Messy bun. Call me Milkbags.