Holy Cow - The Ins and Outs of Breast Pumping

I'm sitting next to Karin, listening to the breast-pump, as it empties whatever the little guy left behind. The pump makes a rather odd repetitive heavy-breathing guttural sound, perhaps like a giant ailing metronome might sound. Karin insists that it is saying "Holy Cow" over and over and over. Holy Cow. Holy Cow. Holy Cow. Holy Cow.

I wish I could post a video of the pump in action, particularly when she has 2 going at once. Here's how it works: Karin attaches one translucent, gun-shaped, plastic sucking attachment to each breast (barrel facing breast). Then she powers it on for the "Stimulation Phase". During this phase, the pump is going double-time. Holy Cow. Holy Cow. Holy Cow. Really fast. Karin's super-human, baby-ready nipples are then vigorously sucked in and out of each of the translucent gun barrels in unison. I vividly remember the first time I saw this. I walked into the bedroom and was confronted by Karin holding these two translucent guns to her breasts as she was being rigorously milked. Truly a bizarre scene. I remember thinking something like, "Good God! Now what?!" But now, perhaps a week later, it's just part of my daily life.

I do believe that this qualifies as yet another glamor-point for childbirth. Any more glamor in my life and I'll be calling Vogue for a photo shoot.

As for the pump we have, it's good... but it's a lowly home-model. Karin will be receiving a "hospital-grade" pump shortly. Don't tell Karin, but I'm planning on opening up a dairy. I mean, if we get the industrial pump, it's probably going to overwhelm a 4-week-old baby, n'est pas?

Holy Cow. Holy Cow. Holy Cow. Holy Cow. Holy Cow. Holy Cow. Holy Cow.