Mrrr...
Today, I am supposed to meet beccastareyes for lunch at 1. I'll probably be gone two, maybe three hours altogether, depending on how much talking and whatnot we end up doing.
Adrian has been napping since 9-something, with no real indications of wanting to wake up for a while yet. His last feeding was shortly after 8:15 this morning. At about 10:15, I could feel the "full" feeling as the milk came in ready for a feeding. With Adrian likely to sleep until noon, I figured I'd feed him then, before I left, and spend 10-15 minutes pumping off the milk in the meantime (which would NOT fully drain me) so 1) there is milk for Adrian while I'm out (there is formula available in case, though) and 2) to ease the pressure I'm feeling. So, a bit before 10:30, I'm getting the pump ready, and Dad asks me what I'm doing. I tell him I was going to let off my milk. He immediately starts all-but-yelling at me, saying "Don't do that! There's no way you'll be able to produce enough milk to feed him in an hour! I'd just have to give him the bottle right away! THINK before you do something!"
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Okay, Dad, you might be a licensed RN, but you've not dealt directly with nursing mothers probably since your training. My brother and I were adopted and thus not breastfed. You know NEXT TO NOTHING in this regard, especially in light of MY body, so do NOT presume that you know better than I do when it comes to feeding my son! I WAS thinking! ARGH!
...for the record, to prevent him from yelling at me, I did not pump as I intended, and hopefully the milk won't all be reabsorbed when it is time to feed. Meanwhile, I'm feeling a little engorged right now, and I swear at least one side is leaking. Ow. -_-
Adrian has been napping since 9-something, with no real indications of wanting to wake up for a while yet. His last feeding was shortly after 8:15 this morning. At about 10:15, I could feel the "full" feeling as the milk came in ready for a feeding. With Adrian likely to sleep until noon, I figured I'd feed him then, before I left, and spend 10-15 minutes pumping off the milk in the meantime (which would NOT fully drain me) so 1) there is milk for Adrian while I'm out (there is formula available in case, though) and 2) to ease the pressure I'm feeling. So, a bit before 10:30, I'm getting the pump ready, and Dad asks me what I'm doing. I tell him I was going to let off my milk. He immediately starts all-but-yelling at me, saying "Don't do that! There's no way you'll be able to produce enough milk to feed him in an hour! I'd just have to give him the bottle right away! THINK before you do something!"
...
Okay, Dad, you might be a licensed RN, but you've not dealt directly with nursing mothers probably since your training. My brother and I were adopted and thus not breastfed. You know NEXT TO NOTHING in this regard, especially in light of MY body, so do NOT presume that you know better than I do when it comes to feeding my son! I WAS thinking! ARGH!
...for the record, to prevent him from yelling at me, I did not pump as I intended, and hopefully the milk won't all be reabsorbed when it is time to feed. Meanwhile, I'm feeling a little engorged right now, and I swear at least one side is leaking. Ow. -_-