Moo Juice & The Boob Man

My wife’s breast milk finally came in yesterday. The lactation nurse at the doctors office was concerned that it hadn’t come in yet, so it’s a relief that it’s finally here. Now, we have to embark on the adventure of trying to get him to latch on and start pulling milk himself.

He seems to want to, as even when we’re bottle feeding him, he turns his head toward our chest and searches for a nipple with his lips. Yes, my son is a boob man. Nothing else matters, but the soft, supple appendage that produces his favorite thing on this earth...moo juice.