Found a 2.5 ounce bottle of milk on the kitchen table this morning. Did I not put it away last night? Did my husband take it out in a sleep stupor?
Either way, it resulted in tears and a string of curse words, of which I am not proud.
I have supply issues. We have been supplementing with formula, but I've been able to increase my supply enough that now he only gets 2-4 oz of formula a day. (I pump when he gets the bottle.)
2.5 ounces. 2.5 ounces. 2.5 ounces.
I can't stop obsessing. Help.