Me, hovering over Kendall, squeezing my already tapped out boobs to get a couple drops of breast milk to drip in his eyes while Scott holds his chubby cheeks still and Kendall looks up, mouth wide open, completely bewildered as to why I’m aiming so high. Inevitably, I always miss the first couple of tries and Kendall ends up with milk dripping down his nose or over his hair line. A couple times I’ve gone for a drop and got a full blown stream. Kendall screams as he is drenched by the projectile milk. No. This is not a fun game of Baby Bullseye with Breastmilk. This is the what the pediatrician prescribed to get rid of the yellow gunk that frequently develops all around Kendall’s eyes. It gets so bad that he can barely open them after a nap and I have to free his eyelids from what looks like a thick layer of dried snot. Apparently, the best cure for this is not a prescribed cream or pill, but to rub breastmilk in the tearducts of his eyes. Talk about a Kodak moment. It’s a freaking miracle that I can get through it without pissing my pants. I laugh my ass off every time.
9 weeks 5 days old