Breastfeeding

I'm a slave. I'm stuck in our bed/couch and my shackles is our baby. I love feeding her, but she latches for hours on end. I can't do anything else. Although, what is more important than feeding my child? Nothing. So I am a happy/tired slave.

My leaky boob woke me up.

Today, I woke up not because our daughter was crying. I woke up because there was milk dripping from my chest through my shirt and onto our bed. It's like sweating but concentrated in one area. It was weird. I did not know it is possible to wake up from a leaking boob. 

What a waste of milk! I immediately pumped. :)