I thought I’d be lazy this morning. Moosies has a cold, Kbug might be coming down with one, and CJ stayed home from church just because Daddy said so! So, I was thinking we’d have a quiet, slow paced, hang-out-in-jammies Sunday morning.
I had to pull out my vacuum first thing, because Moosies spilled her fishy crackers four times in twenty minutes. Yeah, we had fishy crackers for breakfast. And cold cereal.
I don’t remember why I opened my freezer, but I did. I saw messily stuffed freezer-burned food, so I decided to clean out my freezer. All this before I’d had my second cup of coffee! As I was sorting through the freezer, the kids ate a second breakfast of half-eaten Gogurts, popsicles, and peaches from 2005.
My biggest find? Frozen breastmilk. I’d saved all the milk I pumped like crazy a year ago, when I was trying to keep up my milk supply for Moosies. Quart bags, snack baggies, and bottles. Did I throw it out? Nope. Not yet. I worked my butt off for that milk! I put it all back in the freezer.
Weird, I know! (Doesn’t mean I’m a weirdo!) You’re not even supposed to store frozen milk longer than six months, but I still couldn’t throw it out. I thought about using some of it in a smoothie for lunch. It’s SO high in immune boosting properties, and hey — my kids are sick! (Don’t worry, I didn’t.)
Some moms share extra milk with friend’s babies. And if you don’t want to go the friend route, you can purchase milk from a milk bank, where the donors’ milk is tested and pasteurized. It’s true! It costs around $2.25/ounce though, plus $.25 shipping. See? I’m NOT a weirdo! Not the only one.
Megan is old enough now to tell me when she wants to nurse, which IS a little weird to me. I never thought we’d get this far, so I didn’t think to use a “code” word! Let’s just say I will be super embarrassed if she ever says, “Nurse, Mommy!” out in public.