It's been a long time since I've had a new baby in the house.
Keaton just turned 5 on the day Willie was born and it's definitely taking some
getting used to. Today was just a gentle reminder of that.
Willie had been asleep for a while at
this point and so Keaton and I were doing some silly bonding. This particular
activity involved putting stickers all over our face and seeing who could find
the funniest place to put a sticker.
All of the sudden I feel something wet seeping through my shirt
and look down to find two perfectly round wet spots that are increasing in size
by the second. I have once again leaked through my shirt. At this point I have
to decide either to wake the baby or go pump because now I'm just wasting milk.
I decide on the former because he's been sleeping for a bit and he could wake
hungry any minute.
I pick him up and try to get him to latch on. He doesn't.
I'm not sure what's going on because he should be hungry (my body is telling me
he is). He's a little squirmy and starts to do some stretches. Oh good, that
will wake him up and he can eat. As he stretches once more I hear a more
unpleasant noise. One that indicates he will need a fresh diaper soon. I
usually wait a minute or so because he usually has more. As predicted I hear
another sound. I’m feeling pretty good about my mommy instincts of knowing he
wasn't finished (it's the little things) and am getting ready to get up when I
feel something else wet dripping on my thigh.
Now I know I have a lot of milk leakage but it shouldn't be
dripping all the way down there. I lift the baby and get a peek at the
situation. I groan. The leakage was coming from him, right out the side of the
diaper and onto my leg and the surrounding areas. I tilt him over to the other
side and have my 5 year old go get me wipes and a fresh diaper. I wipe down the
baby's leg and then mine using about 25 wipes and then get ready to lay him
down and change his diaper.
As I lift him up I notice my other leg, the one that was near
his mouth when I turned him, is now covered in chunky white spit up. At this
point I just leave it and change Willie's diaper so that doesn't leak any
further. I get done changing him and then clean off my leg and feeling a little
defeated at the moment because I'm also still leaking milk. I look over at my
precious baby boy. He looks happy, dare I say pleased with himself. I smile too
and get back to my original intent; to provide my baby his nutrition.
By: Deanna Coleman
**This story was written on May 23,2017**



