Yesterday, I ran out of nursing pads. I thought to myself, "oh well, I'll be fine." No, Elizabeth, you will not be fine. You will be a milky disaster actually.
We were driving back from Newport and we had to stop at the store to pick up a few things for dinner. When we got out of the car, I said to Paul, "honey, I'm sweating so much!" My whole front of my shirt was soaking wet, but only underneath my chest. It took me a quick minute to realize that I wasn't sweating. Actually I had leaked...a lot. It was like someone had sprayed me with a milk hose. I mean, it was wet, meaning there was enough milk that it soaked through a bra, tank top (with a bra liner), and a sweater. Great. And now we were in public too.
You can guess how much of a moron I looked like trying to hold my handbag at chest-height, walking through the grocery store. I was mortified! I made a bee-line for the baby section to get more nursing pads. I've never felt so ridiculous in my life, purse in front of my boobs in one hand, a big box of nursing pads in the other. It wouldn't have taken anyone long to guess what I was trying to hide.
Now that Nyla has been on a feeding frenzy for the last three days, the milk is flowing nonstop. It doesn't take long for my chest to become "engorged." That makes it sound like I have huge hot air balloons or something. Really, it just becomes really big and hard. Hahaha that sounds funny. Last night I even had to get out of bed to pump because my chest was in so much pain. Gotta get that milk out!
Lesson of the day yesterday: do not EVER run out of nursing pads. Can you imagine if that would have happened in front of my students?! I'll make sure to double-up when I head back to work.
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