And the smell was even lovelier. I wish I could say that this backlog of dirty bottles was something unusual. But that's just the way I do things. I do laundry when I run out of clean underwear. I wash bottles when I can't find any more clean ones.
What the hell is an LLL leader doing with so many bottles, anyway?
At first it was just bottles at night: to make custody issues easier, and also because I couldn't face the thought of nightnursing again. Bottles at night turned into bottles whenever I couldn't deal with all the touching and needing and sucking. Breastfeeding can be beautiful, but with my resources stretched as thin as they've been this year, it was more often a source of agitation rather than love. If I can't nurse with love, I'd rather fill an Avent and go for a walk.
Miriam isn't totally weaned, but nursing is rare enough to be a treat for both of us. I am making very little milk. My time as a lactating mother is winding down.