A friend I work with had a surplus when nursing her 2nd son and decided to donate her excess milk. She donated over 5,000 ounces to a milk bank. I remember thinking how awesome that would be, but there is now way I could do that because with Cameron I barely had enough to feed him.
Fast-forward to Braydon...Two weeks after he was born he was loosing too much weight so I started expressing and giving him milk in a bottle. To help get my supply up so I didn't have to supplement with formula I took a supplement called Fenegreek. Let's just say combined with the supplement and my body knowing I just gave birth to a 9 lb 3 oz baby my supply soared. I quickly got up to about 50 oz a day and Braydon was taking about 32 oz. Huge surplus!
I found a wonderful community on Milk Bank and soon found 2 mom's that were happy to take our excess milk. The first mom was adopting a baby girl from Austin and would drop by to pick it up when the baby was born. Unfortunately a few weeks before the baby was to be born the birth mom changed her mind.
During that time I met another mom who has a little boy a month older than Braydon. His name is Henry. When the first mom didn't need the milk I got in touch with Henry's mom and on a Sunday morning the entire family drove up to meet us and to pick up milk.
It was great meeting them and becoming Henry's "Milk Mom." The first round of milk they picked up 791 oz.
We made a trip to the park and Cameron decided to go up a few of the items he hasn't before. At first he was hesitant but quickly decided he could go crazy. The arch in the front of the picture Cameron decided he needed help up the first time and then went up a few times on his own - there are no safety rails!
While Cameron was painting Braydon just couldn't hang on any longer. He wasn't there very long. As soon as I realized he had fallen asleep, he got his diaper changed while Cameron took pictures. Then he was moved to his bed.
Some friends gave Cameron some paint. So I figured it would be fun - for Cameron, not for Mom to clean up. He had a great time and we acquired some art for the fridge.
So we went to the park. Cameron and I fixed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and took off. Cameron started off on his *big* bike but after I had to go back and push him a few times I instructed him it would be best if he got his smaller bike to make the trip a little more successful.
Cameron LOVES to use the scissors. Fortunately he hasn't gotten a hold of anything that can't be replaced.
A friend I work with had a surplus when nursing her 2nd son and decided to donate her excess milk. She donated over 5,000 ounces to a milk bank. I remember thinking how awesome that would be, but there is now way I could do that because with Cameron I barely had enough to feed him.
Some friends and I get together once per month for dinner out. Usually either Michael or Janet watch the boys but neither were an option this night. The girls decided on Olive Garden for dinner. We met, got our table, started eating, and things started falling apart. Braydon was hungry, crying, and wet. Cameron was potty training and we ended up going to the bathroom about 4 times including once to change his underwear - good thing we were close to the restrooms! I'm not certain that I even finished my dinner. On a positive note our waiter took great care of us and we ended up with dessert which made things better. All in all...we survived, barely.
