A little glimpse into the dark recesses of my mind for you… I’m morbid I guess. My husband thinks so. I told him this little story the other day and he looked at me like I had completely gone off the deep end. Maybe I have.
As of yesterday, I have 792 ounces of my milk in my freezer. Sounds like a lot doesn’t it? It looks like a lot – a full size freezer is half full of frozen milk.
But not when you think of it this way: My babies get an average of 25 – 30 ounces of milk per day – between bottles with the nanny, and nursing with me. So that’s 50 – 60 ounces of milk per day consumed for 2 babies.
Divide that into 792. You get 13 – 15.
So this is where it gets morbid. Because here’s how I think of my milk stash…
How many days of my milk would be left for my babies if I dropped dead? (hit by a bus, asteroid, struck by lightning, kidnapped by pirates, etc.) Only 13 – 15 days. Not very long. And they are only 6 months old. I want them to have my milk for a year. So I must keep pumping.
Am I sick?