Somehow, it bothers me a little bit because I was taught that the more you are tested, the stronger you are, the closer you'd become (hopefully) to God.
Well, oh well, be careful of what you wish for. Today, I am being tested big time.
I came home to see the freezer door was not properly closed, with about a hundred packets of 4 oz of breast milk in each packet (stocks which took months to build), all melted.
What am I to do?
Called my husband, gave him a short description and succumbed to my depression.
Went to sleep, hoping to wake up from a nightmare.
My husband thought we could salvage them by refreezing.
Men- how simple their mind is.
I wouldn't have bawled my eyes out if it was that easy!
Sigh. Only a person who had gone through the same experience could possibly understand how I am feeling right now.
My baby is taking at least 12 oz during the day. Nowadays, I make no more than 12 oz per day.
I guess, there's nothing else to do except to go back to having sleepless, interrupted nights, just to pump out more milk. Please, God, please let the milk flow...
They are still in the freezer, I don't have the heart to throw them away yet. Perhaps it's better to ask my husband to do it.
Oh, my precious liquid gold.
Sabarlah wahai hati...