those funny mom moments

I guess I’ll have to tell you a story, one that my husband keeps teasing me about at every opportunity. If you’re not a parent, I warn you about the images I’m about to invoke. Just saying.

When I was in the hospital, I was afraid my milk would never come in. I had a c-section and was on medication for preeclampsia, both of which can delay milk production. The Wee One was losing weight like crazy and the doctors were worried enough to have me supplement. It was a difficult time, as I felt really overwhelmed, scared and depressed about the things that were going on. I also thought I’d never get out of that damn hospital (I was there almost a week).

And now, my milk is, um, abundant. One day, I was preparing to take a shower, trying to time my window of opportunity. Unfortunately, I failed. I heard the baby crying in the other room. I was occupied at the time. And I started leaking all over the place. In order to keep the floor from getting soaked, I tried to find something to staunch the flow.

So my husband walks in to the bathroom, baby in hand, to find me in all my glory: naked and holding two dixie cups over my leaking breasts. And he laughed all the way to the kitchen, where he told my mother the story. And has since told my best friend.

What does he tell me bra size is now? Double-Dixie Cup, of course. Ah, the joys of motherhood.

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