3 Weeks old and baby Everett got his first lesson in "crying himself to sleep". Which really did hurt me more then him. After hours of snoozing, feeding, burping, changing, feeding, snoozing, changing, ect... you get the point. Mommy decided that baby was just overtired and needed a few minutes to exercise his lungs in his bed (that and the fact that mommy really had to go to the bathroom-like 2 hours ago ((don't even ask about dad)). So after all the basic and non basic needs had been met mommy sat next to his bassinet and watched him cry his little heart out for 4 whole minutes. Yes, it was gripping and yes, it took all my resistance to sit there and watch (no, he could not see me) I call it monitored tough love. Anyways, as the title to this post indicated I finally experience what all other nursing mothers have laughed about... baby cry equals milk letdown. Now, this normally would not have been a problem since I always wear breast pads (yes, I'm discussing this on my blog) but in my haste to put "everything" away at the sound of someone knocking on the front door during an earlier nursing session, I left one out. Now I'm sitting here with a soaked bra which is one of the
Mommy lesson number 24... always wear breast pads.
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