Remember when I shared about giving birth to someone else’s baby and feeling like a cow? Yup. Still true. You can definitely draw some connections between me and a dairy cow right now 😀
This is my view several times a day. It almost always involves Georges sitting right there and I’m usually working, helping a child with schoolwork or eating at the same time. Ain’t nobody got time to spend several hours a day just hanging out!
It has been 6 months since I gave birth. In that 6 months of pumping, I have pumped over 13,000 ounces of milk (or over 100 gallons!) About 5,000 ounces has been sent to a milk bank that feeds preemies. The rest has been donated to 13 different babies in 5 different states. I have pumped in cars, airports and even under a nursing cover while walking into a rest stop. (My mom loved that 🤣)
Thanks to my fancy tracking app, I can also say that I’ve spent about a month’s time pumping. That doesn’t count the time spent bagging, washing or eating all the foods 🙂
There’s a weird emotional component to pumping after a surrogacy. Almost every surrogate I’ve talked to who has pumped will agree. I’m so happy I’ve been able to help feed so many babies, but the time commitment and toll on my body (I’m almost making enough to feed triplets!) – plus a vacation at the end of January – means it’s time to start weaning.
My days as a cow are almost over!