My day centers around milk math. At work it is constantly on my mind: When do I pump? How much did I pump? How much has he eaten today.
Today looked like this:
Running late for work, got here at 8:45.
Meeting at 9, client here at 10.
Client leaves, pump at 11. (7.5 ounces)
Pump again at 1:15. (4 ounces)
Pump again at 3:15. (amount to be determined, hoping for 4 ounces)
Leave at 5.
Today is a short day so ounce wise I get less. 3 days a week I am in at 7 – I tend to get at least 10 ounces from those morning pumps.
Gus is eating about 16 ounces a day while I am at work. I send him whatever I pump the day before and normally there is some left over. Until this week.
Monday our sitter thought a bottle smelled off so she dumped it and used a frozen bag. (I appreciate this.) Tuesday he ate more than expected at the sitter in the morning and Lesley used a freezer bag (and I fed him at lunch). Today who knows. He was sent with somewhere round 18 ounces and out sitter has milk in her freezer so we’ll find out when we pick him up.
Overall, I have been storing milk so we are fine. We have around 50 ounces stored and I have donated around 100 ounces. but this is the first week where we have used frozen milk and not had stuff left over at the end of each day. And now I can’t stop thinking about it. I started taking fennugreek to help up supply and am considering adding extra pumps (before work or immediately once I get home). As it stands, I have some plans without him Friday night (for the first time, more on that later) and am pumping after he goes to bed for night milk. So I have a decision to make – do I want to pump 5 times a day?
No one likes pumping. It is terrible and not fun and I really don’t like doing it. But exclusively breast feeding is the right choice for our family. So I sit here, multiple times a day, with sheets of paper covering the window in my office door and I pump. I pump and I do the milk math and hope he has enough to eat tomorrow and that at the end of the week there’s a little extra to put aside for another babe.