Hanami

After pumping this afternoon, behind closed curtains, I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to breast feed. I hadn't done it yet with Dezi. I've been afraid to try in case it slowed down his progress with the bottle somehow. I'm also slightly afraid of the headstrong nurses in the NICU. As wonderful as they are, being a nurse seems to require a certain level of anality (no offense, Marty! Have you ever seen the towel cupboards inside my mother's house? That's right, she's a former nurse.) and I didn't know if breast feeding was part of the Dr.'s orders or not.

My sweet little boy latched right on and started slurping away. I have to admit that it was the most wonderful feeling. You're probably thinking that I cried, right? I actually managed to keep it together. It made me feel totally euphoric and I'm so happy that it looks like the D will get to breast feed after he busts outta' that joint.

Have you all seen the Cherry Blossoms at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens? It's giving me warm fuzzies all over thinking about sitting under those pink puffs with my boy and Lady M. If you're reading this and live in the city, let's a make a date to do that together.