breastle mania!

Outline of a typical feeding:

In a matter of seconds, my little darling goes from a state of blissful sleep to that of a seriously tortured pteradactyl.

She poops, gets a new diaper, and poops again.

I feel like I'm going to puke, scream, and die (in that order) from the feeling throughout my entire torso.

In a slightly longer matter of seconds, Autumn goes from fighting the boob like she's in the UFC to hugging it like a teddy bear.

My EXTREME discomfort turns into near ecstasy when my milk lets down.

She decides she hates the boob and pushes off.

Huge explosive poop number 17 of the day...

I bust out the pump with one hand and try to get her to latch with the other.

I drop the pump to try with more diligence and she decides to do it herself.

My other boob starts to leak. Profusely. Through the pad and my bra...

She sucks twice and falls into a coma...

What a weird looking tree...

I was reading John 15 this morning and it is amazing how the scriptures back each other up. This particular passage is talking about abiding in Jesus and how if we do, we will be pruned (ouch!!) to bear more fruit, if we don't we will be cut, wither, and gathered to be burned (like a dead branch that has been cut off from all nourishment). I love the comparison of us to vegetation. It is just wonderous... It reminded me of the "fiery trials" we will face as Christians, with a slightly different emphasis.


John 15 makes me think of the gardener who loving tends to their crops, day after day, creating an atmosphere for perfection and growth. Also, how a freshly pruned tree always looks kind of funny at first, but then it FLOURISHES into such beauty in a short time:). I am feeling a bit spiritually awkward these days. It is a conviction to stay (abide) in the Lord, and make sure I really seek Him, so that He can use me to bloom for His glory.