The first day I left Capone at daycare was rough, but this morning I had to dump 40+ ounces of breastmilk down the drain and I think that was worse. If you breastfeed and work, a back-up milk supply is precious. On any given day, we have about 40-50 ounces of breast milk in our freezer. I bag it and label it and put it in our milk organizer. I’m paranoid if our back-up supply drops below 40 oz.
December, 2009:
Spoiled Milk
Every morning, I pull out 12 ounces, put it in Capone’s lunchbox for daycare, and slide the organizer back in the freezer. Every morning except today. Today, I took out the organizer, packed Capone’s bag, but did not put the rest of the milk back in the freezer. I just walked in the kitchen and discovered all of our entire backup supply defrosting on the kitchen counter.* This morning I don’t have to go to work, but Capone was still going to daycare. So our morning was less rushed. We weren’t running late. I wasn’t running around like usual. I just was distracted and threw away priceless milk. I’m mad at myself for not double checking. I’m mad at myself for letting my milk supply drop at little during these last few stressful weeks. I can’t believe that I could just walk away with 40 ounces of milk defrosting on top of the stove.
I cried. I think I cried more then when I dropped Capone off at daycare that first day. The people who say it’s not worth crying over spilled defrosted milk, clearly never breastfed. I guess I will be spending my Christmas break pumping and checking the freezer every 20 seconds to make sure I put the milk away.
*technically, it wasn’t our entire supply. 1 rogue bag was still in the freezer and we keep an extra bag at daycare for emergencies.
Holiday Drool
Al Capone drools. He drools A LOT! We’re used to it. My shirt almost always has drool on it. Our floor has drool on it. We joke about the drool trails in his crib. He’s kind of like a slug; he leaves a trail wherever he goes. In the grand scheme of potential pee, poop, and spit-up, drool is not an issue that we even think about.
Part of the drooling problem is that he’s been cutting the same tooth for 2 months now. My guess is that we’ll be dealing with drool for a long time to come. I don’t even notice that I’m being drooled on, and it never occurred to me that Capone’s drooling problem would be an issue for other people. Everywhere we go, however, people comment on his drool.
Since Thanksgiving, Capone’s been passed around with family and friends at family gatherings, Christmas parties, and other special occasions. His poor chin has been rubbed raw by well-meaning friends and relatives who have been on a mission to get a handle on his drooling problem. The burp diaper has transformed his teething rash into a red, raw chapped face. It’s so sad.
I think I may make him a a burp diaper that says “Hands off the drool.” Who knew that the excitement of the holidays could be so hard on a teething baby’s chin?