Babysitting

On Memorial Day Michael and I went out with some of our friends to see a movie. It isn't the first time we've left Owen, but it is the first time Grandma and Grandpa Grant watched him at our house. I wasn't worried at all about leaving him. I knew he was in good hands. I fed Owen right before we left and knew he would want to eat while we were out so I showed Grandma where the frozen breast milk was. I had pumped and frozen it according to the instructions that come with the breast pump. When we got home Owen was asleep on Grandma's shoulder, but things really didn't go that peacefully. He refused to eat! He has taken milk from a bottle before so I didn't think it was that. I woke him up and tried to feed him again and he just kept giving me this strange look so I decided to try the milk myself. YUCK!!! It was the grossest thing ever. I'm surprised I didn't throw up on the floor. Poor guy was refusing to eat because the food was bad. I don't blame him. The other day I call the leader of The Le Leche League (breastfeeding support group) she said that some women have an enzyme in their milk and when it's frozen it goes bad. I guess I'm one of those women. So from now on I'll have to pump and just refrigerate the milk and not freeze it.