Okay so I'm surfing my favorite blogs while James works on the laptop over on the bed. Suddenly I look down and realize that I've sprung a leak. James hears my "Oh no." and begins to laugh.
WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH HIM!!! We do not laugh at post-partum women who leak. There is nothing funny about the abundance of milk in our house. These glands have a mind of their own and I cannot be held responsible when the flood gates decide to open. It's embarrassing, uncomfortable, and it's a hassle, but it is certainly not something we need to laugh at.
I will work to forgive him for he knows not what he does. But men, don't laugh at lactating mommies. Give them a fresh towel and a neck rub. Kay?
2 comments:
Ohhh the leaking. The BAIN of my existence is leaking breasts. I ALWAYS wear breast pads (the disposable Medela brand are especially good) when I'm nursing. But I could still be found about a dozen times a day crossing my arms over my breasts to stop the flow.
Good luck sister, you have my DEEPEST sympathy!
luvs, aby
PS - It is a LITTLE funny though right??
Don't you just love the leaking?! Its the worst! My worst leaking moment was right after BriAnn was born, and Eran and I was standing in line to vote for hours while my mom watched BriAnn. My milk let down 2 or 3 times within that time, and my shirt was completely wet by the time we were done. *sigh*...the things we do for our kids!!
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