Babies are portable, boobs are portable - sounds like a recipe for lots of newborn adventures, right? Unfortunately not. I have defunct boobs that do not produce enough milk. So, in order for Dustin and I to take our first “outing” we had to pack up my hospital grade breast pump, all the parts and pieces to it, a diaper bag, a few breast milk supplements and an inverter so I could plug in and use said breast pump. Oh yeah, we love a challenge.
In my last post I mentioned I had been a prisoner to motherhood this summer, and that was not a lie. Drake and I only leave for doctor’s appointments due to the feeding issues we’ve had. Yes, I know, I could throw in the towel and switch to formula, but the little man doesn’t like formula that well, and let’s be honest, breast milk just gets him off to a better start. Ah, sacrifices. I have a lifetime of making them now. Anyhow, one set of my parents came into town to see the little monster; Dustin wanted to take them to see the park as, Debbie, my step-mom, had never been to Colorado. Thus, we packed up all the accessories and headed out.
Drake made it to Estes before he had to eat. As we pulled into the park, the hands were in the mouth and he was ready for some grub. Alas, I breastfed at Endovalley campground where a Stellar Jay, a chipmunk and a Golden Mantle provided an audience. I pumped there as well – not many people can say they pumped their breasts next to Chiquita Creek. After that we made the trek up Trail Ridge. Drake fed at 12,000 feet, and on the way back down to Estes – what a trooper. This time the pumping spectators included a bull elk and his harem. Thankfully for me, the wildlife didn’t seem to take offense.
This foray into the front country took it out of me. Feeding and pumping in public, hauling all the pumping gear, and just the general hassle was not for me. Dustin didn’t understand the challenge; he declared the outing a success and asked when we were headed to the backcountry. I wanted to smack him. However, I have to admit, Drake LOVES the outdoors. Anytime he gets a bit fussy, the sun on his face quiets him instantly. He is so mellow outside. We hope this a good sign for adventures out in the big world to come.