The thing about nursing is, I only really like to do it at home, or at other people's homes. This might be crazy, but I'm not a big fan of pulling my chest out in public. Hence the reason I have a pump. Oh how I love my pump. Before Ames was born I didn't think I'd ever need one. It only took one day of his life for me to see the need... and so I sent Air out to get one. Best decision we've made in the last two months. As long as I've got a bottle in the fridge or freezer, we can go and feed him anywhere!
Last Saturday night while the men were at priesthood session Air's Mom and sisters and I decided to have a girls (+Ames) night shopping! We hit up Michaels and then the LDS bookstore, aka: "Generations". It was time for Ames to eat, so (as I usually do when we're out) I whipped out the bottle I brought along for this exact moment. So proud of myself for being prepared. But you know what? Ames decided recently that he hates bottles. All kinds of bottles! He refused to eat, but insisted on crying until he could eat. Do you know how frustrating that is when there's nowhere to go and not enough time to nurse? And then there's the fact that Generations is a tiny store with crowds of Mormon women in every aisle and I brought my HUGE stroller inside like a dummy. So as I was ramming into everything and everyone in sight with our wheels, Ames had a diaper explosion. Gosh!
Anyway, I changed him in the van in the cold dark parking lot like a champ with Tessa's help and one store later we finally got him home and fed. He survived.
I've tried giving him Nuk, Aveda, and Medela now; but seriously, this boy would rather starve than eat a bottle! What a diva.
On Saturday morning Air and I went out to run all our errands. I've given up on the *dream* now so I didn't bring any bottles even though we were planning on being out for the entire day. We'd been to a few places already and by the time we got to Ikea Ames needed to eat, so we sat in the empty section of the enormous parking lot while I nursed. Very successful. But by the time we got out of Ikea, Ames needed to eat again! Two hours is not a lot of time between feedings guys.
So we were sitting in the car again while I nursed Ames again, and after 10 minutes my arm felt wet... I looked at Ames and his diaper had exploded all the way up his back! So then we're standing there in the parking lot. Air holding up a naked baby as I wipe poop off of his entire body. He was of course screaming until we finally got him wrapped up, and as I was putting his clean clothes on and calming him down, Air goes around to start the car.............................................................. nothing.
Our battery DIED. After only 10 minutes!
Seriously.
Once again we were totally lucky because Air's family doesn't live very far from there. They came to give us a boost. We called it a day and just went to their house after that instead of finishing our errands. That was a pretty exhausting experience.
So anyway, I miss my bottles. Now pumping just seems like a waste of time since I just end up dumping the milk down the drain. This saddens me greatly.
Please guys! Has this happened to any of you? Is there anything I can do to bring bottles back? Is there a miracle bottle out there that I haven't tried yet? I'll do *almost* anything to make it work! HELP!
