My senior year of high school I didn’t make Varsity Cheer or dance company. I didn’t win student body elections and I didn’t place in the Utah state high school drama competition. I lost my first iPod due to carelessness on an airplane and I left my most favorite sweater in the world at a questionable hotel. But of all the disappointments in my life none has ever compared to what happened two weeks ago.
I spilled the bottle of breast milk I had just spent 3o minutes pumping.
I was setting my pump back onto my nightstand when I felt this warm gush on my leg. I sat there and stared at it in disbelief. I had been doing superhuman feats of strength patience and endurance to get myself to produce anything resembling a full milk supply and I dumped the whole entire ounce I had just worked so hard to get out on my leg.
An ounce of breast milk in the grand scheme of Vivi’s entire life isn’t that big of deal. But in that moment, even right now, it’s a HUGE deal to me. I wondered if I could convince her to suck it out of my sheets. Or maybe I could wring out a few drops back into the bottle.
After making a few “crying over spilled milk” jokes on twitter to make myself a little less infuriated with myself, I came to my senses and decided shoving my baby’s face into my mattress pad in an attempt to get breast milk into her belly wasn’t in her best interests.
I’d like to say I never spilled another drop of the precious stuff after this unfortunate event but that would be a lie. I’m still too mad to talk about it, but I will say if you think shoving my baby’s face into the bed to get milk is bad? You should have seen where I spilled it the second time.
So how about you? Any spilled breast milk sob stories to commiserate with?