- Frustrating ups and downs that result from pumping to volume (8 oz / day) when baby's food intake is altering milk supply by more than any acceptable margin of error
- That whole getting-up-every-two-hours routine (AKA, My Living Hell) returns with what feels like unending vengeance.
- Sharp - oh so sharp - little teeth: uppers, lowers, canines coming in, and a baby who discovered that biting is yet another form of expression
- Something Called Mastitis, the second time around.
- The department secretary goes on vacation, and the key for the room I normally pump in is thus inaccessible for a WEEK.
- I finally realized that these two statements are unavoidably and annoyingly inconsistent: 1. I am soooo weirded about by the thought of giving Jack another species' milk (never mind different species, we are from a different genus!). 2. I'm really glad Jack eats yogurt and Kefir! (Duh.)
What encourages the mother of an exclusively breastfed 11-month old baby to continue nursing said baby:
- Seeing, hearing, holding, smelling, or thinking about the baby, nearly no matter the circumstance.
- (AKA, hormones.)
I keep trying, but Mother Nature's a bitch!
