Tuesday, January 24, 2012
"Mommy, What is that?"
"The green things. On your Pop Tarts."
First of all, I have never referred to breasts as Pop Tarts. I did a quick turn to hide the "green things" and immediately texted Jason to tell him the latest Emily-ism. Things are getting a little weird around here... Obviously.
Jacob has adjusted nicely to bottle feeding and is drinking the 50/50 formula and frozen breast milk combo we make for him each day. I, on the other hand, am taking a little longer to adjust to things. I'm trying to accept the whole can't-breastfeed-because-of-this-stupid-disease thing and find that I am CONSTANTLY reminded of how unhappy this makes me as my body thinks I'm still nursing a baby. Thankfully, there's enough humor in this house to keep me afloat.
My daughter is a riot lately. Yesterday she took her plastic teacup and told me she'd get dressed in a minute... "Just let me get my coffee first." I told her not to worry about the lump on Blue's chest. Old dogs get lumpy sometimes. She asked if we'll flush him down the toilet (apparently she remembers Sushi after all). The name game continues. I was Mrs. Pom Pom yesterday. Our dog is Rebecca. And then there's the fact that I've been wearing produce in my bra this week...
Something about wearing chilled cabbage leaves inside a bra helps to stop milk production. Who knew?? It's also really weird!! You can't actually see them since they're hidden under my shirt. Except for when I was chatting with our electrician and the pressure of holding the baby pulled my shirt down slightly... Just enough for leafy greens to poke out of my neckline. I quickly tucked them in and hoped to God it looked like fabric. Doubtful. Jason calls it PETA's Secret.
Hopefully I'll be done wearing cabbage and drinking gritty sage tea by the end of this week and my body will get back to normal. I'm finding new ways to bond with Jacob. Everything is going to be OK. Except for the fact that I'll never be able to look at cabbage the same way again. Or Pop Tarts!