The pressure is off!!! My once highly productive mammary glands have been off-loaded, given the green light to decrease production and received the go-ahead to smell the roses. The milk manufacturing function has been outsourced. Today, four-fifth of the kid's daily intake is made up of the pre-fabricated, pasteurised and powderised kind served in a sterile plastic bottle with a size 2 teat.
The get-go was tough because the sudden demand drop created surplus of enormous proportions. The primitive brain screamed “ship out, ship out!”, but the cognitive thinking-organ did not support that. Lucky for me (or not!), my brain momentarily halted whenever there were such conflicting instructions. The internal mind struggles went on and it took a few days before the body reacted to the negative feedback. And those couple of days, I had huge baggage issues. I was partly grouchy, partly uncomfortable and totally disagreeable. The body soon learns and my daytime production has ceased.
I celebrated my liberation for the fifth time today. No longer must I connect my-selves to the mechanical instrument that drew out the kid’s nourishment four times a day. I am no longer bonded to a rigid time schedule that enhances productivity. I have outsourced and created a void. Somehow, I miss being the exclusive source of nutrient for the kid. What gave?Labels: feeding, milk, motherhood |
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