Posts Tagged ‘ breast pump ’

Boob Battle Wound

Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

I am lucky in that pumping comes easy. With the Medela, I can get 6 ounces in about 7 minutes. The problem I’m realizing is the pump pulls on my nipple really hard. And it’s now cut into it somehow. It’s a little hard to explain, but I can’t post a picture on this. I used the word “severed” to Phil and he put his hands over his ears. I guess saying “my boob is severed” isn’t for the faint of heart.

I have been putting neosporin and the lanolin on it daily, but if I use the automatic pump, it pulls the wound open again. So I’m really trying to limit how much I pump.

I’ve been trying to find a different angle for the pump and also got a hand pump that seems a bit more gentle. But have any of you experienced this before? These wounds are nearly impossible to heal because it’s not like I can take a break from breastfeeding.

I also have to put Emmett on it in a certain way or else it feels like he’s biting down on the area. Not fun.

Anywho, any advice out there?


Picture of mom-baby via Shutterstock

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Spirit Awards–and Breast Milk

Sunday, February 26th, 2012

On the Red Carpet

As predicted, Phil didn’t win his Spirit Award category. But we had a blast. How can you not with Jameson Whiskey as the sponsor? I only dumped one glass of water (by accident) on a studio exec. Oops. I managed to leave the awards twice to pump in my car.  Since I had a sundress on–all one piece–I basically had to get naked as kids and parents frolicked in front of me. I hid behind the steering wheel as best I could. I looked like a lurker. Then I dumped the boob milk in a nearby bush. It needed to bloom so I gave it the proper nutrients to do so.

The red carpet was insanity. Complete mayhem. Was wild. I had no idea I’d be walking it with him (thus my first drink was slammed moments before the feeding frenzy). Of course no one knew who we were, but they snapped us as if we were mega stars. And we stood there cracking up at how ridiculous this all was.

Today my proverbial slipper has fallen off and I’m back to changing diapers, getting peed on and asking Fia if she has to poop in the potty. Naptime can’t come soon enough. For all of us!

Phil Being Interviewed

I'm not the wife, but rather "Table Guest"

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