What I want for Chinese New Year…

Is: for my breasts to stop leaking! Pathetic, AND, not at all funny if you were me. Consider this: your other breast leaks milk through the pad, the bra, your top, flows right through continuously down onto the bed sheet, through the mattress protector and INTO the mattress (which is the final straw). Honestly, I feel so helpless!

God, does it mean I can no longer go out (and feed the baby anywhere under the big blue sky)? There was once I was breastfeeding (hmm, discreetly) in Church and when I had a chance to look down- to my horror of horrors - my other side was all wet! How embarrassing!

If there’s a device I wish for its invention for this century, it would be a breast milk stopper.

I’m tired. Tired of this routine of a 5-min bath (nice and clean; ps/for myself, not the baby), then feed her and she throws up (the pediatrician calls this a reflux) her 2 to 3 cupfuls of feed all over me OR the other breast leaks. I can’t even stand my own smell! I must not forget to mention the shooting poo - the deadliest, all which warrants another 5-min bath.

I think: bathing is not the solution. The PROBLEM is: I can’t stop the other breast from leaking.

If I’m running out of time for my 101th bath of the day, or running out of clean clothes to even bother, I just GO. Which means, proceed without a bath. That’s when i stand 10 feet away when I speak to the teacher, the parent, a male friend, a not-so-close friend, a stranger. And when that somebody wants to get up close to have a peek at the baby, I claim : She smells! And ... Of Course they don’t mind. And I have to explain it’s the smelly type of smell, which is a sneaky way of turning to someone in the lift and be the first to say, “Did YOU just fart?” when you just did.

I’m not convinced there is a foolproof solution for this leaking business. I just hope the day will never come for someone running up to me saying, “Excuse me miss, your milk is leaking!” and, it isn’t from my shopping bag of milk cartons. jeanne anne hsi