I never knew about the multi-stream milk production either, until I saw it from my own, well, you know. What a shock! Nursing was not easy. Neither was pumping. I tried it and got so frustrated that I threw the thing across the room. When I got up to check on the damage I threw it again and harder because it didn't break the first time. It did break then and I felt soooo good that I laughed myself hysterical.

I also hated reading to my children. I used to name every item in every picture in the books when they were babies, but I hated reading the stories out loud to them. I felt rotten about that, but they have both become avid silent readers like me, so I guess I didn't damage them too much.

I finally broke down and bought Maile one of those tag things that reads to you when you push it on the books. I can't take it.

Wonderful thoughts and honesty Angie.

good post. very true. all very true.

I remember squeezing my eyes tight – and telling the nurses that I didn't want to even hold the minute old baby until she was clean. And no photos either – until we'd all had a chance to 'tidy up'. I also put a "no leche league" sign on my door, because I knew that I didn't want to do that. (awful me, huh?) I was okay with my decision not to nurse, I just didn't want to made to feel bad or guilty for my decision to do so.