First, let me just acknowledge that I am usually a little skeeved out by the weird words/terms other people use to refer to their breastmilk- milkies, moomies, bobos, whatever… it’s all weird to me.
Except also? Lowell calls it MoMos. So here I am seeing you and understanding that that is a weird thing for some, and it’s okay to cringe at it because I GET YOU.
But back to the MoMos….
They’re all dried up, done, completely defunct after nearly 3 years.
This is the longest I’ve nursed a baby by almost a full year, and I never intended for it to go this long, but I also DGAF. And I especially DGAF that you may GAF. So put your fucks away or leave.
So how? How did I get this child I thought would breastfeed FOREVER to give it up? Well, I just took a couple work trips and didn’t pump, made myself dry up, only made him cry about 3 times, and here we are now. I know, I should write a book.
I came back from a business trip over the weekend, and the first time he asked for “MoMos” was Monday after school. I explained that the MoMos are all gone, but he persisted, tearing at my shirt. So I was like, welp. I mean, you can try? But buddy, they are done.
And so after a couple sucks on one side, followed by a couple more on the other, he looked at me and said, “Momma? We buy more MoMos?” And that was that…. ish. Obviously we can’t buy more because not only do I not have access to a wet nurse, I’m certain I could not afford one. But we can buy more Lightning McQueen cars, so maybe that’s almost the same thing?