lo and behold, yesterday i am peeing and the buzzer goes off. the doctor was home and secret asian man had also joined the party so that he could use our computer, and so there were 2 people to answer the door when a delivery came and i didn’t have to resort to running out of the bathroom, mid-stream, with my pajama pants around my cankles.
we got sent a mommy starter package from nestle, people that i have worshipped from a far for many a year for their chocolate contributions to the world. but this was awesomer because it was free and it was cool.
don’t get me wrong. i am totally planning on breast feeding. 100%. exclusively. for at least 6 months, if possible. i’m going to be buying a breast pump and bottles purely for engorgement relief and so that the doctor can take part in feedings. i just wanted to make that clear, so that i don’t have the breast nazis at my door. not that i wouldn’t love a visit from the lovely aughra, but not in nazi uniform. unless there was some kind of role palying game involved…anyways.
we got:
- a mini-backpack that i can use as a purse cuz i’ve been wondering how to negotiate a snuggly with a yoga bag hanging off my shoulder without smacking the monkey in the face all the time;
- a bottle that fits with the breast pump that i’m going to be getting;
- samples of carnation instant breakfast (gross) and cetaphil (i’m probbaly the only person with skin too sensitive for cetaphil);
- a book about breastfeeding and formula feeding and stuff;
- an ice pack;
- a diaper changing pad (bringing our total cache of them up to…eight, i think) and
- a can of formula mix, good for about 10 bottles worth (purely to be kept as a “back up, just in case, in the cupboard and never taken down unless my tits explode” method).
i love you nestle. and not just for chocolate alone, now.
