that darn bethel song. i think it's going to be my life song. we were anticipating home study approval by the end of september. the end of september has come and gone, and we are still in the waiting. and i remind myself continually "he's in the waiting." but really sometimes i just want to take my breast pump and throw it at the wall because i'm tired of waiting. and pumping. 15+ hours a week. pumping is my part time job right now. and each week of waiting marks another 15+
i've had my share of pumping problems since i began this journey almost eight months ago. problem #1: the first time i had to dump my milk our first trip with bina was to northern michigan to see my michigan family, and for bina to meet her great-grandparents. she was nine weeks old. i was pumping twice a day, morning and night. i would pump after her first feed to build up my supply for when i went back to work and then her last feed of the day for david to give her a bottle
right now, i have 47 5oz bags of breastmilk in my freezer. that's 235oz of milk. in my deep freeze, i have nine ziplock gallon plastic bags of 12 5oz bags of breastmilk each (60oz of breastmilk per gallon bag) for a total of 540oz of milk. between my freezer and my deep freeze, i have 775oz of breastmilk. that is equivalent to just over 6 gallons. SIX. GALLONS. i knew when i got pregnant that i would be returning to work after my maternity leave. because of our financial situ
brittain here. just sharing my journey day to day with lots of laughs along the way.