Five Thousand One Hundred Seventy-Five Milliliters

When we decided at the beginning of March to book our trip to Cabo, I was determined to save up enough milk for Alex rather than put him on formula.  Don't get me wrong - I don't think formula is bad at all.  I've been nursing Alex because it's been pretty easy for both of us.  I was never dead set on it - I think you should do what works best for you & your baby.  But I didn't want to start formula solely because we were going on vacation.  Luckily, I had a pretty good head start on frozen milk before I went back to work.

Every time I'd try to calculate how much I'd need vs. how much I currently had, the song "Seasons of Love" from the musical Rent would pop in my head.  You know - "Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes..."  I don't know, something about the numbers just got me.  Maybe because it felt like I'd been pumping for that many minutes trying to get enough milk - ha!  Also, the song was on GLEE not too long ago, so it was fresh in my mind.  The only way I could get the syllables to somewhat match up with the song was to use milliliters instead of ounces.  So go ahead - sing along!  "Five thousand one hundred seventy-five milliliters..."  It almost works. 

I'm a dork.  I made my goal, though.  Alex had enough milk for the six days we were gone.  Whoo hoo!  But my supply diminished when I got back even though I pumped while on vacation & we had to supplement with formula this weekend.  Doh.  Oh well, I met my original goal & I don't have a million bags of milk taking up room in the freezer.  Hopefully now I'll finally be able to get that song out of my head!