See this? I'm pretty proud of it. Not only am I proud of the fact that I creatively used my Hipstamic app on my iPhone to give it that authentic, dated look, fresh off the milk truck look, but I'm doubly proud of what it represents.
It's a small glass bottle of my breastmilk.
You'd think that after almost seven years of breastfeeding the fact that I've pumped a couple of ounces wouldn't illicit a blog post. But thing is, I never really had to pump. And I'm finally realizing how fortunate I am that I've been able to take that fact for granted.
Like, how incredible is it that I've been able to exclusively breastfeed two kids for at least nine months each, and then wean one at almost three years old and the other at two years old and I've never had to pump a bottle or give them any sort of substitute? I need to take a minute to appreciate that fact because given how much reading I've been doing of other mothers' situations lately, I'm only just starting to realize how unusual my circumstances are.
I am GRATEFUL.
So why did I pump this bottle, you ask? Well, it's for my mother, actually. No, no, not actually FOR my mother, but rather at my mother's insistence. She wants to be able to keep the baby alone while I go off to work or to run errands or something for a few hours at a time. I guess she's been deprived up until now and she's realizing that Ione is the last of my babies so it's now or never. She's never given her granddaughters a bottle and she wants IN. Okay, I can dig it. So here's bottle number one for you, Mom. It's now deep in my chest freezer (Ha ha. Chest freezer. Is that what you call irony?), waiting for the next time you come for a few days.
I'm feeling a bit reticent about this whole process. Isn't it bad enough that Ione uses a pacifier when the other two didn't? Now I'm foisting defrosted, bottled breastmilk on her. You need to know me and my background to understand why this is so significant. This statement does not reflect any opinion on bottle vs. breast. It's just about ME and my situation.
But on the other hand, I have to admit that a few weeks back I hand expressed an ounce or so as a test run (she wouldn't take the bottle but I didn't really give her a chance) and just looking at that bottle gave me the HUGEST giddy rush. Like, I could go SHOPPING on my own and not have to worry about running home to feed the baby! I could take my time trying on tops that flatter my new skinny jeans. I could be BY MYSELF for a short period of time.
Guess how I'm going to be spending my evenings for the next couple of weeks?
Now let's just hope that Ione agrees to take a bottle...otherwise watch when you come to my house for coffee. That may not be cow's milk I'm serving you. Waste not, want not, right?