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It was 2:55am, dark, and I was feeding my little cherub. We are cosily snuggled up on the bed and doing the tummy to tummy position, laying on our sides. I was looking down at her as lovingly as always as she sucked away with her eyes closed.
She has suddenly developed a habit of taking herself off the boob for a split second before continuing feeding, a little annoying but not normally an issue. However, this time it happened during ’the letdown’. You know what I’m talking about. The rush of milk that comes down like a flow or rapids,
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shooting out like a fire-persons hose. You can never imagine the power and force that your boob can shoot that milk, and the distance you can achieve. I always expected the milk to drip out like a tap that hasn’t been fully turned off. But no, it has serious power. Not only that but it comes out of multiples holes. Who’d have known there was more than one! Amazing!
So back to the incident. She was sucking away and decided to take herself off during the dreaded letdown. It was dark, and she was struggling to find the nipple again herself.
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In a state of panic, I decided to step in, be a good mum and move the nipple to her. During this split-second manoeuvre the milk sprayed up into the air like the Bellagio fountains and all over my face and the bed. She then reattached, and all was well in the world for her, and I was left mopping up my milky face in a state of shock. It total darkness. Whilst my husband slept soundly next to me, totally unaware of the carnage that had just occurred only twenty centimetres away from him.
This isn’t the only letdown incident this week (and
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its only Tuesday). Harri and I were taking our first bath together at home. We had done it as a family on holiday the week before as there was a great bath where no one had to have ’the tap end’. Harri and I enjoyed the bath so much that we decided that it would be nice to give it a go at home. It wasn’t quite the lovely cosy holiday bath that I had enjoyed previously as within sixty seconds of being in the bath, she had farted and peed on me. Daddy Moo sat with us in the bathroom, so we could safely put Harri in and out of the bath and he could wash
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her whilst I held her in the tub. I was sitting comfortably with my knees up and Harri resting on my thighs. She was kicking her legs and pushing her feet into my boobs. We were having a whale of a time. Splashing water and smiling.
After about five minutes, I felt that feeling you feel when the letdown begins. It’s a difficult feeling to describe. Like your boobs tingle. I looked down at my left boob and saw milk dripping out. I showed Daddy Moo and we were discussing how it must have been her kicking that brought it on. They say that
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even babies crying can make it happen, even if it’s not your baby. A split moment later, Daddy Moo starts hysterically laughing and pointing at my other boob. I was a little confused until I looked down and saw the Breast Blaster 3000 in full shooting power mode with all three spouts spraying all over the bathroom. I wiggled around in panic and stuck my finger over the nipple, then stuck Harri on the boob so that the golden liquid wasn’t wasted. She was happy enough as she was feeding, and I was sat in a bath, with milk everywhere, reflecting on what
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the hell had just happened.
Mummy Moo xx
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Emma Foster - 17 Apr 18
It was 2:55am, dark, and I was feeding my little cherub. We are cosily snuggled up on the bed and doing the tummy to tummy position, laying on our sides. I was looking down at her as lovingly as always as she sucked away with her eyes closed.
She has suddenly developed a habit of taking herself off the boob for a split second before continuing feeding, a little annoying but not normally an issue. However, this time it happened during ‘the letdown’. You know what I’m talking about. The rush of milk that comes down like a flow or rapids, shooting out like a fire-persons hose. You can never imagine the power and force that your boob can shoot that milk, and the distance you can achieve. I always expected the milk to drip out like a tap that hasn’t been fully turned off. But no, it has serious power. Not only that but it comes out of multiples holes. Who’d have known there was more than one! Amazing!
So back to the incident. She was sucking away and decided to take herself off during the dreaded letdown. It was dark, and she was struggling to find the nipple again herself. In a state of panic, I decided to step in, be a good mum and move the nipple to her. During this split-second manoeuvre the milk sprayed up into the air like the Bellagio fountains and all over my face and the bed. She then reattached, and all was well in the world for her, and I was left mopping up my milky face in a state of shock. It total darkness. Whilst my husband slept soundly next to me, totally unaware of the carnage that had just occurred only twenty centimetres away from him.
This isn’t the only letdown incident this week (and its only Tuesday). Harri and I were taking our first bath together at home. We had done it as a family on holiday the week before as there was a great bath where no one had to have ‘the tap end’. Harri and I enjoyed the bath so much that we decided that it would be nice to give it a go at home. It wasn’t quite the lovely cosy holiday bath that I had enjoyed previously as within sixty seconds of being in the bath, she had farted and peed on me. Daddy Moo sat with us in the bathroom, so we could safely put Harri in and out of the bath and he could wash her whilst I held her in the tub. I was sitting comfortably with my knees up and Harri resting on my thighs. She was kicking her legs and pushing her feet into my boobs. We were having a whale of a time. Splashing water and smiling.
After about five minutes, I felt that feeling you feel when the letdown begins. It’s a difficult feeling to describe. Like your boobs tingle. I looked down at my left boob and saw milk dripping out. I showed Daddy Moo and we were discussing how it must have been her kicking that brought it on. They say that even babies crying can make it happen, even if it’s not your baby. A split moment later, Daddy Moo starts hysterically laughing and pointing at my other boob. I was a little confused until I looked down and saw the Breast Blaster 3000 in full shooting power mode with all three spouts spraying all over the bathroom. I wiggled around in panic and stuck my finger over the nipple, then stuck Harri on the boob so that the golden liquid wasn’t wasted. She was happy enough as she was feeding, and I was sat in a bath, with milk everywhere, reflecting on what the hell had just happened.
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A little about myself, always scary writing these sorts of things. My name is Emma and I am a mum to a beautifully perfect little girl.
My husband Simon and I recently moved (2017) into London from Surrey (yes, most people are shocked that we seem to have done it backwards, but we are originally from the Lake District and have seen enough fields and cows for now) so I am slowly learning the area and the best places for tea and cake, and a good brunch! Shout out if you live near Balham and know any good places for me to try out!
Harri, the perfect little human that entered our world on the 6th January 2018 made me a mum. I cannot even put into words what love I feel for the little cutie pie.
I have a site called Mummy Moo. The name 'Mummy Moo' comes from the nickname that my husband and I have for one another. He started to moo like a cow when I was being a moody cow and it always made me laugh. Ever since, we have called one another Moo. Now we have Harri, she is our mini Moo.
https://emmalouisefoste.wixsite.com/mummymoo
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