No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk
Written by Desert Songbird from The Icebox and Icebox Project 365
“Damn!” I didn’t think I had said it aloud, but apparently I had.
“What?” He looked at me quizzically.
“Nuthin’” I looked askance.
We continued, but quickened our pace, both knowing that we needed to end this quickly.
He sighed.
I raised one eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Well, now I’m wondering if we should call it quits.”
I shook my head. “No, go on. We need to get this over with.”
We quickened our pace again, ever so slightly.
I groaned. “Damn!”
“I know, I know,” he replied. “Are you still good?”
I nodded.
We continued, our pace now frenetic, almost mindless.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I replied, ceasing to care and having only one thing on my mind.
On and on this went. Finally, the end was in sight.
“Hurry!” I blurted out. The woman looked at me strangely, but complied.
As my husband unloaded into the back, I settled into a comfortable position in my seat. I sighed contentedly as my infant son latched on. My body shuddered in relief as my milk ran almost unabated into the mouth of my ravenous baby.
“Whew!” my husband exclaimed, as he slammed his door shut. “That was nearly a disaster!”
We both chuckled as our son continued to nurse. Customers passed our car they made their way into the Safeway, unaware that inside the gold sedan, a nursing mom had nearly “spilt her milk” in the dairy aisle.
“That’s the LAST TIME we go grocery shopping this close to his feeding time,” I said pointedly.
Wife, mother, writer, singer – a jill-of-all-trades coming at you in words and photos with musings from the American Southwest desert.
10 comments:
I'll leave my nursing son home to grocery shop and then inevitably another infant will cry and I soak my darn shirt!
or dogs whining, tv adverts with babies on them, pretty much anything could set off that torrent of milk and it was always over something clean and fresh on.
Boy, does that story bring back memories....funny, I didn't think it was at all amusing then!
Ha-ha. No use crying over spilt milk. Good one. Yep, takes me to my wife's breast feeding days...back when the baby had to take it one boob at a time.
I can relate to this as it has happened to me when I was a nursing mother back in the days. It is not uncommon to see rings of milk on the front of my blouse while waiting in line at the grocery store, bank and other public places. This was during a time when public breast feeding was unheard of.
what was this story about again ;)
Good one songbird. Excellent job. You had me going there.
LOL!Great title and story. I do remember hurrying up to finish my shift at work, before my breast started leaking.
Well, I can't actually identify as my biological son had health issues at birth that prevented nursing and my younger three sons are by adoption. But man, I can imagine...
Clean up, aisle four! Nothing compares to that feeling of relief when that baby latches on!
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