Wednesday 

We had our first follow-up appointment with the urologist today. Basically, we covered some of the same information as last week, but in a bit more detail. Michael is facing three surgeries, with the first being around six months of age. The first surgery will be to straighten out his penis and lay down the framework for the new tube. The second surgery will be move actually move the tube. The final surgery will be to bring down the testical(s). (Right now we know for sure he has one.) If possible, the doctor will combine some of the surgeries, but the primary goal is to ensure everything works properly. We have an appointment in January to take a look at everything again and then actually schedule the surgery. 

On a funny note, I have to tell you about the trip to the hospital. It was raining here and traffic was brutal. It ultimately took us 2.5 hours to get to the appointment. We were VERY late. Of course, it came time to pump. Fortunately I had my manual pump with me. I was hoping I would be doing this at the doctor’s office, but oh well. 

I grabbed an extra receiving blanket, covered myself up and got to work. I wonder if I’m the first woman to pump in the back of an SUV while driving down Central Expressway in Dallas? 

Anyway, I pumped for about 10 minutes. Goodness. My arm was tired. I joked with Mom about this getting rid of that flab under your arms. Hey . .. it could work. I stopped to check on my progress. Three drops. Three sad, little, pitiful drops. Um, this isn’t working. 

Of course I didn’t have my instructions with me, so maybe I sat the contraption up incorrectly. I doubt it though, because it still felt like I was doing it correctly (i.e. pain). I gave up and decided I would just have a bigger pumping session when I got home. Fortunately I had a couple of bottles with me. I have to say that I’ve yet to experience the beautiful side of breastfeeding. Can someone let me know when that will occur?