a hard day

Wow. Friday was a rough one.
It all started out with almost no sleep as I had two fussy babies all night long (I’m not complaining -just stating the facts).
Then we went to a breastfeeding clinic based here in Toronto that is world famous to see a doctor that we will refer to as Dr. Boob.
Well Dr. Boob is a bit of an arse, and his staff are breastfeeding lunatics, and I’m putting it mildly.

When Dr. Boob walked into the room we were trying to latch 2 babies at the same time.
Here is some of the interaction with Dr. Boob:
Dr. Boob “Why aren’t you tandem feeding?”
Duck “I’m using a lactation aid to supplement and I was born with only 2 hands so I can’t really supplement?”.
Dr. Boob “Yes but they are getting bottles, and you wouldn’t have to use the lactation aid if you weren’t getting bottles.. and what hopsital were they born at…why didn’t they teach you tandem feeding… why did the NICU staff give them bottles?”.
Duck “I don’t know….”
Dr. Boob “I’m just being funny, I don’t expect you to have the answers”.
Duck “ok”.
Dr. Boob “Seriously you won’t have to use the supplement if you can just get the supply up by dropping the bottles”.
Duck “Actually I’ve induced lactation so, I have to use the lactation aid”.
Dr. Boob “Oh, no one told me that” (stutter stammer).

The appointment was 2.5 hours. Two hours, thirty minutes of me trying to breastfeed with 5 on lookers poking at me and my two little ones in a room that was 37 degrees. No one ever said “good job” or made any nice remarks. No one.

Fun times.

Finally we get away from Dr. Boob’s lactation army and we travel back across the city in rush hour traffic.

We have visitors almost as soon as we arrive home and we decide to take the babies out into the garden which has lots of shade and was cooler then inside.
Me, Mr. Duck, our friends, Monkey and Giraffe all go outside.
We leave a pot of water to boil on the stove as we were sterilizing bottles and it requires us to boil a GIANT pot of water.
Mr. Duck goes back inside to remove the pot from the stove and to turn off the A/C.
But he can’t.
We’ve locked ourselves out of the house.
Two hours, two hundred dollars and one drilled out lock later, we break back into our house.

Let’s hope today is a better day.