I’ll make time.
Right now I’m strapped to a mint green plastic milking machine, bottles strapped to both breasts via a bikini top I adapted. I’m ingenious like that. The best bit is when you remove the bottles, and your vacuum enlarged nipples explode through the jagged cuts in the fabric like bullets firing out of a pistol. My readership has gone beyond friends and family now so I won’t post a picture. It’s very funny. In a kind of Hannah-Barbera way. You’ll have to imagine.
Today we had a breakthrough. Rosa fed once in the night (properly, I mean breastwise), and then again at a sensible hour in the morning, closely followed by her beautiful sister. Ruby has shown no interest so far in my diminutive mammary glands, but today proved that she knew exactly what to do with them. It was bliss. We all had another big sleep in the spare bed, and when I woke I noticed 2 months had passed and it was spring.
Breastfeeding is hard. I had no idea it could be so hard to get a baby to do what it’s supposed to do naturally. I don’t know how much is to do with the fact that they arrived early, the fact that there are two to teach, or the fact that hospital was a stressful early environment. Although resolve wanes periodically, I am determined to make this work. It will be a joyous day when they both want to feed from me. And at the same time? That would be too good to be true. We can only hope…