So, we got a little rain here yesterday evening.
Now, I love rain, particularly when it comes accompanied by thunderbolts and lightning (very, very frightening). I don’t even mind the odd power outage.
When said power outage forces me to pack up my breast pump (avec un car adaptor) and cart my aching boobs out into the middle of nowhere so I can express before I explode…then I mind.
I sat in the dark – I dared not turn on the light – in a deserted parking lot and prayed I’d be neither arrested nor molested before my 45 minutes were up and a good 8-oz out.
It wasn’t until I got home that I noticed the bottled milk was pink. I’d forgot about Gabe’s attempt to give me a nipple piercing earlier that day.
Take home messages:
Babies teeth are sharp.
Breast pumps are made to extract liquid.
Breast milk is too precious to waste.
All together now: