The boys are still in two different hospitals, but I’m happy to report that they are both racing to get home at this point. They are getting better and better at the eating thing, and that’s the last hurdle before coming home. It will be interesting to see who actually gets here first.
So the last time I was visiting Louis, the Lactation Consultant for the NI came by and asked me if I’d like to try nursing Louis before he went home. While I’m an expert at feeding the yellow Medela beast, I have zero experience with actual breast feeding, so I took her up on her offer.
Today was the big day and I stopped on my way to the hospital and bought a nursing bra for the occasion. When I got to the hospital, I ducked into a bathroom and changed into my new bra. I carefully took off all the tags and headed up to the NICU for my lesson.
As I stood at the sink washing for the recommended two minutes, one of the nurse tapped me on the shoulder and said, “I hate to tell you this, but your shirt is on inside out.”
Clearly my life is returning to normal.