February 2023, I made a new best friend in the form of an electrical device: “The Breast Pump”. Like most relationships, this one needed to be worked on and came with a few compromises. Still determined to feed Mr Moo breastmilk, I had made the decision to switch from boob to bottle full time. I think this decision saved me physically and mentally, but it meant Mr Moo went cold turkey on the boob, and to be quite honest, so did I.
In my emotional state, we started a whole new phase. The phase of me crying and feeling like a bad Mummy, the phase of Mr Moo getting used to a bottle rather than a nipple and the phase of having to wear a breast pump pretty much 24/7 to ensure that he has milk before needing a bottle… the convenience of the nipple disappeared.
Honestly, it was a nightmare, however, it provided me with the freedom to feel comfortable feeding in front of work colleagues, to have a bath for longer than 2 minutes and this meant I could take Mr Moo to meetings… I could leave the house! It was brilliant.
If you are reading this with a baby latched to you at 2am and with a partner snoring away next to you, wondering if you should make the switch, this next sentence may just make your mind up. A breast pump means you can fill a bottle, pass it to your partner and enjoy the best sleep of your life.
You are welcome :)
I loved my new best friend but unfortunately, our friendship had a short shelf life. Mr Moo hit a growth stage which meant he practically tripled his milk intake thus meaning I had to keep up with his demand. I had to pump all the time. One day I had a 20 minute break.
It was a trip to London on March 10th 2023 that saw the end of our friendship. I had left Mr Moo with Mr J in a Chelsea hotel when I went off to attend a fashion event with work. I had left 3 bottles with Mr J ensuring that he would have enough milk to cover at least 2 hours.
One and half hours into the fashion event, myself and my friend Dave FHB, a world-renowned fashion photographer who has photographed Orlando Bloom, Kate Moss and worked for brands such as All Saints, was midway through a scout for suitable brands to work with when I received a phone call from Mr J with my little boy screaming in the background.
He was hungry. In fact, the way he was going on, you would think he was starving. I ran to the bathroom, attached the pump in front of what felt like very judging women who had clearly not had a baby and cried in the Uber for the full 20 minutes ride back to the hotel.
It was in that hotel room that Mr J and I agreed that enough was enough. We would switch to formula, but the complications really didn’t stop there… they only got worse, way worse.
In the next part of this blog, I will tell you something else that is not really spoken about but seems to be rather common, and of course, I experienced it all.
Here is a link to my new best friend, it worked for me and I hope it will work for you https://www.elvie.com/en-gb/shop/cart.
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