Nightmare or Dream Come True . . . You Decide

First off, I have to apologize for every post being about pregnancy or babies, but that's what my life is about right now. This story also happens to fall into that category, however it involves breastfeeding. So, if you are Dan or Nate, you may not really appreciate this post. Sorry!

This happened to me last Sunday, and I can't stop thinking about it:

You know that dream where you go to school or work naked? I know everyone has had this dream. You are there, naked, and everyone else is appropriately clothed. It's a terrifying experience, and when you wake up you are relieved that it was only a dream. Right?

Well, last Sunday I found myself extremely engorged after my milk had come in. My little Cole was having a hard time latching on because he was still quite lethargic (and, let's admit, it's not easy to latch onto a basketball regardless). I was starting to get really frustrated. I even told Jason the night before that if he didn't latch on, my boob was going to explode!

Fortunately, this was only a one-sided problem. The other side seemed to be working just great. Well, all the pumping, massaging, squeezing, and hot showers in the world weren't helping and I found myself frantically calling around for help!

My last desperate call was to work (Labor and Delivery) to see if I could come in and use their hospital grade breast pump. I was excited to hear that Julie was working (she is the best at helping moms breastfeed). I was told me to come into work and bring little Cole with me. Once I got there Julie was able to MIRACULOUSLY get him latched onto the basketball where he enjoyed a good hour long feeding. After that, Julie suggested that I go pump to completely empty myself out.

Here is where that dream comes into play only instead of it being a dream, it was real life and, surprisingly, it wasn't terrifying. As I am sitting there undressed from the waist up, my friends who were working decided to come and chat with me. Mind you, I really didn't care. We sat there having a conversation with my breasts exposed, milk being squeezed out of them, and besides the occasional "you have big boobs" and "Wow! Look how much you got out of them" comment, it all seemed completely normal. Completely.

Is this normal? I'm pretty sure the answer is no. I guess I just have a warped sense of what "normal" is. Huh.