How Do You Say “Breast Milk” In French?
Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.
ey everyone,
I’m here on my last night in lovely Monaco. I didn’t get time to do much sightseeing, but I did take some pics that I will post after I return. I’m leaving on an 11:30 AM flight and will be home by 6 PM (through JFK) tomorrow.
I had my handy breast pump with me and have been storing my little bit o’ milk in the minibar, but tonight I wanted to freeze it to prepare it for the long trip back home. (Yeah, I know it might not make it, but I’m freezing it, packing it in ice and wrapping the whole mess in a towel.) The hard part was figuring out how to say “would you put my breast milk in the hotel freezer” in French. (Mettriez-vous mon lait de sein dans le congélateur d’hôtel, s’il vous plait?)
I’m glad I decided to go. It helped me prove something to myself. Well not exactly prove something, but more it helped me re-ground about who I am as a woman and as a mother. That was important. I don’t want to flail and flagellate every time I see myself as being caught in the “what should I do?” moment. My heart and my head were in conflict, so I decided to do what my therapist told me and go with my gut. My gut generally knows what Liana really wants. The hard part is letting myself become still enough to really listen. Lesson learned.
I am sad, though. Of course the trip couldn’t go off without a hitch. Unfortunately Miss Zizi is having her first real fever this evening and I am not there to help AdoringHusband. He wigged out a little bit and was calling the pediatrician when I called to check in. I went through the pediatric review: how is she acting? Is she eating OK? Is she coughing? Does she still have wet diapers? Did you give her Tylenol? From the brief review, it sounds like she has a cold, but is otherwise her usual, smiling, happy self. We came up with an action plan for how to proceed and things are cool. I just feel bad because I know that he would be so much happier if the doctor were in the house.
Nothing is ever easy, is it?
See you all on the other side.
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