by Melissa
It was a typical Friday for my newborn daughter, Elizabeth,
and me. Big brother was gone for his one day at "mother's day
out" and Elizabeth and I were nestled snugly at our permanent
post....the recliner!
It had been about 30 minutes since our last nursing session and she
had fallen off the breast in total baby bliss. I left her sleeping in
her side-lying position while I caught up on
who-was-doing-what-with-whom on one of the soap operas.
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Baby Elizabeth, three weeks old.
c/o: Melissa |
Right in the middle of an "oh so romantic and totally unstaged"
love scene, there was a knock at the front door. Careful not to wake
my sleeping baby, I stood up keeping her in the same
position....totally forgetting that I still had my shirt hiked up and
the flap of my nursing bra open.
I opened the door to find our UPS man standing there smiling with yet
another baby present for our little darling. All was well until I had
to sign for the package. Since Elizabeth was being held on her side,
she totally concealed my ample breast (not flattering myself.....it
was only ample because it was still engorged!)
But, when I had to sign, I shifted her to my opposite shoulder to free
my writing hand. I have never seen a young man's eyes widen so much
and so fast in all my life! Still not realizing what he was so
obviously flustered about, I continued to wave my naked breast in the
air like a billboard for the "got milk" campaign. Only when
I felt a breeze (or what that him hyperventilating), did I quickly
pull my shirt down.
I will say one thing....after that incident, we always seem to get
SOMETHING from UPS at least once a week!
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