Refrigeration is important.
Sunday, I made a quick trip to the grocery store to grab something we needed for dinner and came home to Paul fiddling with the longest extension cord I'd ever seen indoor. Turns out that the deep freeze in the garage had lost power at some point. Yes, the deep freeze holding a couple thousand ounces of frozen breast milk.
It was still cool, but all was melted, so this meant the milk got to go in the trash:
I didn't cry or suffer a breakdown and I am veryproud of this fact.
Now, you might be asking yourself why did I still have this milk? I guess I was thinking somewhere in the back of my mind that maybe the gastroenterologist would put him back on breastmilk at the three week followup and so I was holding off taking it to the milk bank, just in case?
Sorry milk bank!
The trash got picked up this morning, so it's gone. Sigh. I am proud of myself though. I have intentionally avoided grabbing the data and calculating what amount of time that quantity of milk translates to. I also didn't actually go through the milk and systematically add up the volume. See, some sanity!