Matthew was nicknamed "Peanut" by his mother shortly after birth. How shortly, we're not really sure anymore; within the first few sleep-deprived days is all we remember. Matthew never did go through that period of sleeping all the time that baby books tell you newborns are supposed to have. Since his first abnormally alert days he's just become more and more active, and at some point his uncle Grant conferred upon him the moniker Savage.
Showing posts with label pump. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pump. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
You Know It's Time to Go Home and Get Some Rest When....
You dump 2 oz of just expressed milk down the front of your pants while trying to pour it into the sterile containers. Wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry...so I laughed.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Nanny state
You'll be pleased to know that the vast danger posed to our way of life by breast pumps is being vigilantly monitored by the government and medical community.
I've bought powerful narcotics with less fuss than it took to rent a good pump. Not only do you need a prescription (what the hell do they think someone's going to do with an illicit breast pump?) but some places further required the doctor or nurse call them in person, too. The one we eventually went with was one of these, because the others were either out of the high-end models or closed on Saturdays. What a pain.
I've bought powerful narcotics with less fuss than it took to rent a good pump. Not only do you need a prescription (what the hell do they think someone's going to do with an illicit breast pump?) but some places further required the doctor or nurse call them in person, too. The one we eventually went with was one of these, because the others were either out of the high-end models or closed on Saturdays. What a pain.
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