There are things I swore I’d never do before I had Elanor.
I have crossed so many of those boundaries, and eaten so much crow I almost want to go back and delete a bunch of posts…but I won’t.
Something I used to view as extreme was the idea of donor milk. I said if I had low milk supply (which sadly, I do…I make 16 oz a day and that’s with all the herbs and galactalogues and lactation cookies and voodoo dolls and such) I would just make up the difference with formula. Period.
So my best friend had a son two days after I had E. She has enough supply that she makes 2-4 oz extra day.
One day I began to bitch about my supply and how part of me just hates making those fucking 1/2 and 1/2 bottles because E HATES straight formula.
A offered me some of her spare milk as her son is refusing bottles and she was just stockpiling.
A is a very close friend. She was a maid of honor at my wedding. I *KNOW* her.
I don’t know that I’d take stranger’s milk, but A’s? No question.
Now Elanor recieves my milk, A’s milk, and a few times a week, a 1/2 and 1/2 bottle (which is theoretically good for her teeth because the water that I mix in has fluoride in it).
It humbles me that I have friends who are willing to give of themselves, literally, to help my daughter.