Words can not express the deviation I felt this morning.After gorging myself on water the night before just so I would be full!
After feeling the joy of having filled an entire 5oz bottle.. only to waste, to be soaked up by Samwise’ clothing.
The Holy Spirit warned me not to put it there, the bottle, but my brain assessed the situation and found that the child would not be able to grab it.
After going to settle little man River and comfort feed him to sleep I forget all about my urgency to put up this precious milk.
Then in the big arm chair I’m in with the baby I hear Samwise throwing a fit, I’m talking to him unable to see in the blind spot, where he is, until I hear within myself, “He got the bottle.”
Sure enough he was wearing my hard work.
I text my mom and she said something about ‘life being full of spilled milk moments…’ and I’m thinking, yeah, but this is breast milk. She also wrote that there will be more. I look at the once full bottle thinking maybe by some miracle it will get filled again with some sort of heavenly milk. Nope.
Man!! I’m so upset, I yelled and yelled and Samwise ran off into his room crying. I can’t even bring myself to comfort him. I might just end up, you know, biting off one of his fingers or something.
I think it might be wise to sit down and have a cup of coffee….
Just my luck, there simply isn’t enough! I knew we were at the last of the groceries for these two weeks but this was just painful. I open the fridge to settle for plain ol’ milk when in front of me is a brand spankin’ new carton of heavy cream that my husband must have purchased. My mom was right, there was more, just not of what I expected.
Inspired by cream and even more deliciously grateful for cream.