We all know by now my love-hate (let’s be honest, it’s all hate) relationship with my pump, but last week I started breastfeeding the girls.
Mostly, it’s just for practice as the girls aren’t quite 35 weeks, but they’re on the boob and it’s better than being attached to a machine.
Let me tell you, it’s weird. Breastfeeding may be natural and all that crap, but breastfeeding twins is a mission. Yes, we have two boobs, but also only two hands and trying to hold two kids and two boobs and be able to adjust, move, or breathe as needed is almost impossible. They’re in football hold, but there’s a reason why you play with only one ball. Let’s be honest, most men could not run down the field with two balls, let alone two kids.
I naturally assumed that starting the breastfeeding would give me a break from pumping. Oh no. I am supposed to pump more. More! Ha. I wince with a strong gust of wind, nevermind two kids and a pump. Buds pushed against me last night and I was in tears.
My supply is up. And by up I mean 150 ish ml a day. It should be 850. My boobs despite their size, are natural under-achievers, apparently.
So, I trudge on with nursing, pumping, sterilizing, transporting, and shielding. How long are you supposed to feed again anyway? A YEAR???!!!