Milk.

Today, we threw away half a freezer's worth of pumped breastmilk. Just tossed it in the trash. I know that we couldn't use it anymore, but it was still kind of hard. I had hubby do it, because I don't think I could have been the one to dispose of it. It was always so easy to think, well, ok, if I have to go somewhere last minute, it's not a big deal, because I have a whole freezer full of milk at home. Now, it's real. There are 3 bottles in there. A total of about 13 ounces. That's two, maybe 2 1/2 meals. And that's kind of scary to me.

I know it's not the end of the world. I'm home with Jack all the time, and he's a great nurser, so there's times where he will go 4 or 5 days without a bottle. There's just something so unsure for me about not having a huge backup. But he'll be fine. We'll be fine. I just need to learn that's it's ok to live day to day. We'll just take it as it comes. C'est la vie.