In Ethiopia, Karl lovingly stole a nickname from someone to give to me. To my husband, I am now sometimes known as "Filter." You can guess where this name comes from, especially for those of you that know me pretty well. Well, I start this off with that little tidbit, because this might be one of those cases when I should refrain from saying anything. However, as is usually the case in these situations, I simply can't resist.
First, let me seriously say that adoptive nursing is possible. Even for a 6 1/2 month old that's been exclusively bottle-fed for 5+ months. And, in my opinion, it's so worth it if you have the time/money/energy/etc. This isn't a guilt thing for the thousands of adoptive parents who don't, it's just encouragement for those of you who have thought about it but felt like it was too overwhelming of a task. I can be pretty stubborn when I put my mind to something (don't tell Karl I admitted this....he doesn't read my blog, so if you tell him, I'll deny it :) ), but I can also be really bad with follow through on my myriad of good ideas, so I wouldn't necessarily be the best candidate for this sort of undertaking. BUT, I have done it! Selah has done it!!! And I think we are stronger (at several levels) because of the choice I made. Having said that, the following story might contradict my previous encouragement.
Today, my house was a complete disaster when my neighbor came to take the boys to a movie. So, I had app. 2 1/2 hours to nurse and get my house as presentable as possible. Part way through cleaning the kitchen, I realized I had forgotten to take my domperidone, so I popped the pill in my mouth and took a huge swig of milk from this morning. BIG MISTAKE!!!!!! The milk that I put in my mouth was not cow's milk. It was not Owen's rice milk. Oh no. The milk that I made the GIGANTIC mistake of starting to swallow was my own. Literally. That may take the cake for the grossest thing I've ever experienced. For you, too?!?