When Peeper was born, the folks at the hospital gave me a giant double insulated water jug. I reveled in its 28 ounce capacity and brought it everywhere. I drank water like it was my job because, for a breastfeeding mama, it was my job! I emptied my favorite water bottle again and again and again.
Then one bad no good horrible day, I left the jug on top of the car and drove away. The jug was smashed. My heart was smashed. I missed that hunk of plastic for months.
I told this story to the nurses at the hospital where I delivered Kiwi. Not only did they gift me a new one, they gave me two. Voila: Now I have two of my favorite water bottles!
Maybe they were angling to get Kiwi named after them.
Well played, nurses.
Anyway, the other night I was trying to keep myself awake and amused as Kiwi was breastfeeding, so I composed a little poem in honor of my favorite drinking receptacle. (What, isn’t that what everyone does?)
My Favorite Water Bottle, a poem
You’re my beautiful big water jug
Night and day you allow me to chug a lug
I fill you with ice
Splash in water so nice
And continue to breastfeed my little bug
Now I’ll just wait for the poetry contracts to roll in.
Oh my gosh hahaha. A true work of art!
You are the voice of our generation. Bless you.
Bahaha! An instant classic, for sure.
Ha ha! I love my water bottles, maybe not enough to write poems about them, though! This one made me laugh!
At least it wasn’t a sonnet! 😉
LOL Classic!!! Love the poem!
But good for you for making sure you’re hydrated!! 🙂
*glug glug*
Lol, I think the lack of sleep is making you punchy. 🙂 I love those water bottles, and have three! And in all seriousness, I have never been so thirsty as when the baby latches on for the first few weeks of breastfeeding. It’s just an immediate response to drink as much water as possible. Hope you are doing well with the new LO and Peeper is adjusting!
Oh, undoubtedly! You should have heard me the other day trying to come up with the word “tangerine.” My brain is not functioning at its highest capacity, to say the least.
I wish I loved my water bottle… It’d be much better than loving my wine bottle 😉
That’s actually more reasonable. ?
I once wrote an “Ode to Paper Cups,” so I feel you. Nicely done, little mama.
Haha I’d like to read that!
Ha! I was actually talking to my husband the other day about my love for the double insulated water jug I received when I birthed my son. We are going to a different hospital this time around and when we were checking the place out in a recent L&D visit (all is okay) I was excited about all the new fancy stuff, but hopeful that I’d get a freaking water mug! My husband thought I was insane. I have no idea what happened to my mug from my first birth, but I used it until something tragic happened to it because I loved that thing. 🙂
We delivered at Providence last time and Kaiser this time. Both had the giant mugs! There is hope for you!!
And so glad everything is ok with you guys.
Hahaha. Best. Poem. Ever. 😉
Pingback: Build your ideal nursing station | The Ten Thousand Hour Mama