The Little Lady is at an age where she is VERY observant. Nothing going on around here escapes her . . . including the fact that Mommy is breast-feeding.
It started innocently enough with the question “What’s he doing,” as she came up and peered over my arms, getting within millimeters of her brother nursing.
When I tried using my nursing cover, she had to be included. The Little Lady felt there was room enough for all three of us underneath the brown polka dot fabric, raising the cover “past the point of no return” and thrusting her head in. “I wanna see! I wanna see” has become her mantra during breastfeeding sessions.
THEN, curiosity got the best of her yesterday. “I wanna taste, Mommy. I have this one?” pointing to the vacant breast. Sigh, sigh, sigh.
Today, we had a little bit of a “Glee” moment as the Little Lady broke into a little musical number about breastfeeding. A bit of a sacrilegious musical number.
In an effort to up my supply, I have started pumping after Baby Brudder nurses. And, yes, it does remind me a bit of my childhood and the mornings spent helping my dad milk cows, but that isn’t the point of this post.
As I sat, a bit vulnerably exposed, incapacitated, and at the mercy of the double pump I found thanks to a great baby deal, the Little Lady pulled up a chair and climbed up, questions running across her face.
“Whatcha doin‘,” she asked, voice squeaking.
“Mommy is pumping to get milk for baby brother.”
She moved in closer, peering into the bottle collecting the milk. “What’s dat?”
“Mommy’s milk,” I replied.
The Little Lady turned her attention to my face, turning her head in a quizzical fashion. “From Mommy’s boobies?”
“Yes,” I agreed. “From Mommy’s boobies.”
At this point, she began to climb off the chair, singing as she went down. This girl LOVES to sing and engages in various melodies all day long. Her special talent, which she utilized at this particular moment, is taking any known song and changing the words to fit the moment (which, incidentally, is how “The Wheels On The Bus” became a song about changing dirty diapers).
For this situation, as she climbed down, she burst out with the tune from “Jesus Loves Me.”
“From Mommy’s boobies . . . Mommy’s boobies . . . for da Bible teylls me soooooo.”
I’m not sure if this particular Biblical tidbit is from the Old or New Testament. And, I’m PRAYING this isn’t a song version that she decides to break out during Sunday School.