My Boobs are Smart

Usually, at work, I pump about 4 ounces of milk every 3 hours or so.  Sometimes I pump 5.  I usually only pump twice a day; if I pump more often it’s because I have a late meeting and I know Dave is giving Conor a bottle at home.  This isn’t a lot of milk but it’s enough because Conor usually only drinks two bottles at daycare, using up 8 to 9 ounces.  He regularly refuses a bottle at the first feeding because, we assume, he prefers the boob.

Yesterday, however, was different.  The first pumping of the day had 6 ounces shooting out me lickety split.  “WOW!  That’s a lot,” I thought.  The next pump had over 7 ounces just as fast.  I felt so productive, I IM’d Dave at work and told him about how much milk was shooting out of my boobs.  Basically, 13 ounces where normally I’d have 9 ounces at most.  I had two thoughts:  either I’d make enough that we could add to the freezer supplies or that Conor had programmed a bigger supply of milk for the day.

(As an aside, Wednesday night/Thursday morning, Conor only woke up ONCE at 2:30 am for a big meal and slept the rest of the night with us.  That hasn’t happened since before Thanksgiving.  I was still tired on Thursday nonetheless)

When I picked up Conor from daycare yesterday, all the bottles were empty.  Oh, frell, I thought.  They’ve thrown out the refused or unused milk again.  We have a new teacher, so I assumed she didn’t know our requests. 

But no, that is not what happened.  Conor drank all three bottles AND ate his cereal.  In the entire time we’ve been taking him to daycare, he’s never eaten that much food.  And do you want to know exactly how much he eat?  2 four ounce bottles and one 5 ounce bottle:  13 freaky ash ounces!!!

MY BOOBS ROCK!!!!!!!!!!  I’m so proud of them and my body for knowing what to do and for my son to somehow program them to produce what he needs.  I’ve never been so proud of a body part in my life, not even my legs when I have run a marathon.

OK!  Time to pack up and head out to the schools, mine and his.  I have a lot I want to blog about over the next few days:  Exercising and the working Mom (I’m sorry to all the women I’ve judged before); my changing toilette (toilette, not TOILET!); Conor’s name, and buying salon.com stock. 

Off to think some smarty pants thoughts.  I’m sure many people will think it means I’m a bad mother, but I really like being back at work.  I like being responsible, I like making decisions, I like informing and being informed.  I love my little monkey more than anything, but I am really happy to be doing what I do for my career. 

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