The Big Sister just got off the phone to my Mum. Mausie and JC don’t have any phone service at their property at Black Duck Creek at the moment. They went into town this morning and called to check in.
While we were talking, the Big Sister made it known that wanted a word with Nan, by attaching herself to me like a limpet. I eventually handed the phone over - it’s too hot here for clingy kids - and Nan told her what she and Pop have been up to since we saw them on Friday.
This is Lucy. Well, she’s Lucy since the Big Sister named her twenty minutes ago. Lucy was born on Friday. She’s the first calf for her Mummy and they’re both struggling with their new roles.
Lucy doesn’t understand how to get milk out of her Mummy’s udder. So Lucy is hungry and her Mummy has a very swollen, and I imagine very sore, udder. I was in a similar predicament with my first calf, so Lucy’s Mummy has my sympathy.
Having gigantic norks has always been a hinderance. Learning to feed the Big Sisterwas no exception. I woke the morning after my milk arrived, caught my own nude reflection in the mirror and laughed until tears ran down my leg. What were these things that had swollen to twice the size and threatened to restrict my arm mobility?
As the day went on every nurse had a different idea about how to handle my gargantuan, rock-hard boobies. Eventually, I held the tiny, hungry Big Sister like a football and used my other hand to ensure the remainder of my massive mammory didn’t smother her.
Lucy’s Mummy has a couple of lactation consultants of her own - on the unlikely form of my Mum and Dad. JC has been milking Lucy’s Mummy - to reduce the pressure and help stave off mastitis.
Lucy’s Mummy isn’t a dairy cow, and doesn’t appreciate that JC is try to assist, so she’s being a little less grateful than she could be. Or she’s doing to JC what I really wanted to do to the fifth lactation consultant who told me something different to the four before her.
The good news is, that so far she’s missed JC. He’s got pretty quick reflexes for an old fella.
Mausie has been dipping her fingers into the Lucy’s Mummy’s milk and trying to teach Lucy to suck. I only wish I was there to watch the show.
Thanks to Mum and Dad for letting me* share these photos that they snapped and emailed to the Big Sister from their smart phone(!).
I'm pleased to say she's still partial to a drink of milk, despite our difficult first days.
do you have kids?
did milking come easily to you?
*Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission