Boobies, boobies, boobies...

The nurses laughed when I told them that my breasts were so full that I felt like Pamela Anderson without the fun! It was a conscious decision for me to not attempt to breastfeed this time around. I had a hard time with Jake and it made me very unhappy and guilt ridden that I wasn’t able to do what “should” come natural to women. I hate that – not everyone is built to breastfeed. And those people who make comments and frown upon those who chose to formula feed are always the ones that had no issues and think they are better than us. I have several friends who went through the same guilt and unhappiness that I did with their first child(ren). This time I new life would be very different with two boys and that the best option for me was to not set myself up for possible failure or the lock down of pumping every two hours and only getting an ounce or two like I did with Jakob. Then I had the time and the energy, even if it did make me sad after every pumping session looking at the pitiful results. I laugh now at the sensations that creep into my breasts just five minutes before Aiden wakes up hungry. It’s like my breasts are mentally linked to his stomach! The dull ache is slowly dissipating, getting less and less everyday. Soon the enormous boobies will go back to normal. I can’t wait. Aiden is feeding like a champ. The good people of Nestle have made a product that he loves and will give him all the nourishment he requires. He eats on a good schedule and likes to finish his bottle. The burps this kid comes out with sound like he has had a couple of beers instead of a couple of ounces of Good Start!