Somehow I missed the fact that my sister could whistle all these years and when she shared that enviable fact at the dinner table my husband chimed in on his whistling skills while I sat there in silence! Finally I blurted out, “well, I can make milk” and had them both stumped!
The whole lactation process astounds and perplexes me! I have officially done it wrong twice now! My first kiddo latched incorrectly (then loved it so much wouldn’t ever stop nursing!) and this time apparently I’m a milk goddess and make too much. Bo has only been getting the foremilk, full of fat and lactose giving him all kinds of GI pain, poor honeyB! Sheesh! We are pressing on modifying things and seeing improvement so I will continue to be in awe of the miraculous milk-making process!
A Christian, married to an insanely gifted and talented Marine husband, mother to Gideon (15), Boaz (10) and our rainbow baby, Shiloh. I’m actually an R.N turned accidental photographer, currently living in Fredericksuburg, Va after completing our final tour in Okinawa Japan. You'll find travel, Jesus, and lifestyle posts here on the Journal.