Aww.... totally understand.

When DH and I were out for his birthday (without the MD) there was this cute little girl in line behind me with her parents. She was making hungry noises and my boobs starting hurting.
Once I ran out of boob pads so I ran to the store before work. As I was walking to the register someone's baby started crying and my boob started leaking right there in the store.. I cashed out holding my arm over my boob trying to stop the leaking. I should have stuck something, ANYTHING in there but thought I'd be ok... I was not.

Not that I would feel good about. And how will I be able to integrate everyone if she may hurt them? She is not full grown yet either! She was an Oops, suppose to be a BC. I will keep working with them, but I don’t know.
Ugh.. I hate when they do that. Hopefully she'll stop picking on the littles. My orp was really big and he wasn't even full grown when I rehomed him. Once he started acting like a boy I was worried he'd jump on one of the girls and crush them.

Oddly Trouble got worse when it got warmer....hhhmmmm
That's strange. I wonder if he got more frozen than you realized and now that it's thawing the damaged tissue is more noticeable.
 
Once I ran out of boob pads so I ran to the store before work. As I was walking to the register someone's baby started crying and my boob started leaking right there in the store.. I cashed out holding my arm over my boob trying to stop the leaking. I should have stuck something, ANYTHING in there but thought I'd be ok... I was not.


Ugh.. I hate when they do that. Hopefully she'll stop picking on the littles. My orp was really big and he wasn't even full grown when I rehomed him. Once he started acting like a boy I was worried he'd jump on one of the girls and crush them.


That's strange. I wonder if he got more frozen than you realized and now that it's thawing the damaged tissue is more noticeable.
Omg. Dying here.
I'd run out of disposable pads and hated how itchy they made me so I used folded up hankies of my husband's. I was at the state fair with my first child. He was almost 4 months old.
We were in the cow palace.
My favorite building.
So lucky to stumble in just in time to witness a harrowing delivery complete with the butt wench and chains.
When that baby calf took its first breath I was crying in relief and my milk let down in a sympathetic response like I had six gallons of milk bursting over a dam. It shot straight through the sixteen layers of cotton fabric folded up hanky, and my T-shirt, spraying into two fountain streams ending up in puddles four inches BEYOND the tips of my sneakers.
----pretty sure they still talk about me in that town.
 

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