(Sorry latecomers, this blogger is usually overdozed with overconfidence :)
This is so that we could travel without Tuifiti.
It all sounds simple but it is not.
The boy was adamant that his mama's supply is best (smart kid i tell ya!)
At the same time, we are moving around a lot, kaa kaa solo a lot and not much time to fully do a routine.
Last week, as I laid in bed at 3am breastfeeding him discreetly, I realised dragging my boy through Milan-Mondsee and back was going to ruin my holiday experience.
So I decided to commit to the bottle challenge.
Each time he was due for a feed, I expressed and stored in the fridge.
Frenchy or Tolt were then able to give him the bottle.
All went well, he is now able to latch correctly and all in regular periods.
Last nite, we went to my samoan friend here, along with my bag of sterilisers, breast pumps, tubs of milk, suckers and all thngs milky.
Frenhy wnt to watch Mrseille vs Schaux -
Anyhow, as I am sitting in my friend's house, the Tuif cries.
My natural instinct takes over and I flip out my right, to which the Tuif immediately suctions.
I only click AFTER the feed that I should'a given him the bottle. But ah well. Too bad.
Now he is well used to the bottle, I feel a bit sad, ...so I tell the Tolt this evening that the night feed will be from the source.
She shakes her head disgustedly and I walk off uncaringly.
I am NOT prepared to surrender my breastfeeding time with my boy. I can't explain it properly but I love the connection we have and therefore, I will resume milk production from here on.
Thank you for your coming.
manuia le vaiaso