We all knew this was coming. Or at least I did. Two young boys at home plus pregnancy and the aftermath made the situation prime for awkward conversations. I have been fortunate to avoid the "where do babies come from" discussion. Sidestepped that one on several occasions with the simple response of "from God." Thus far that has satisfied the boys.
And then there's the one of "How does the baby come out." Again, the most simple response of "the doctor took him out" has passed for acceptable for both boys. However, Justin was very concerned about how much it would hurt me (sweet kid) and has repeatedly stated how happy he is that he is a "dude" so he doesn't have to ever have a doctor take a baby out of him. No joke, dude!
And....then there's breastfeeding. I was unsure how it was going to work this go around with two boys who would be overly aware of what is going on. When Leo was born Justin was not even 2 yet and hardly paid any attention. Not so much this time. They love to be right up in the mix. For the most part they are unfazed with the fact that Will eats from my breast. There were a few initial questions about it but that has pretty much ceased by this point. I'm not a very modest person and while I try to not to display my everything to them every day I don't go hide in another room or cover up with a cape if I am nursing Will at home even if the boys are present. Judge me if you want, but this works for me. Actually the boys seem to find my nursing Will to be a very sweet time and they like to kiss his forehead and rub his hair when he eats. I think it makes them feel like they are a part of the experience. I continue to be amazed at how loving they are towards him without a single indication of jealousy yet.
BUT, I was caught off guard a little bit tonight. Everyone was in bed sleeping (I thought). I fed Will and then balanced him on my lap while I proceeded to pump. I didn't bother to cover up because I (wrongly) assumed that everyone was asleep. Oh nooooooo. Here comes Justin. Strolling down the stairs announcing that he might throw up. GREAT. In reality he is a male and just had a little cough that he had to dramatize into a potential vomiting episode. Fortunately we were later able to resolve that issue with a cough drop. But I'm getting off track here.
So there I am sitting in my recliner with the girls hanging out.....or rather pointing out into cones as the pump sucks the life, uh ummm, I mean the milk out of me. It takes all hands to make this situation work. I'm trying to balance a 2 week old on my lap while holding two bottles. Mama ain't got another hand to find a way to cover up. But I tried. I balanced one bottle with my chin, let go of Will for 3 seconds and grabbed the new nursing wrap that my friend had just made me. Fortunately it was within arms reach. I couldn't put it on but I could at least throw it over my chest for some privacy.
Too late. I was exposed. He saw. And the questions began.
What's that noise? It's the pump.
What's the pump? It helps get the milk.
For Will? Yes, for Will.
Oh, that's how you measure it? Yeah, to measure it (because the only thing he has seen is the end result of measuring how many ounces I produced).
So, ummmm, Mom. Those things are your privates, right? Ummm, yeah, they are my privates.
So, Will eats out of your privates? Ok, I guess you could say that.
Hmmmm. If I called them boobs I would get in trouble, right? Right. We call them breasts.
Ok. So I'll just call them privates and Will eats out of your privates. Ok, let's get you a cough drop so you can just rest and go to bed.
That's enough for me, folks. Good night!
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