There are so many things you imagine you will be and do as a mom. Three years ago if I were to tell myself that I would have made my own baby food, cloth diapered, and donated my milk I would have thought I was crazy. You just never know what kind of woman motherhood will turn you into.
Two months ago a friend on Facebook was asking for milk donations for her girlfriend who was due with her third child in a few short weeks. Since I have been blessed with a large milk supply I thought, “Hey I could pump for this woman!” It seemed strange at first pumping milk for a woman (and baby) I didn’t know. It was even harder to fit in an extra pump session managing two children, especially since my baby was still nursing so often. The only time I had was usually later at night before bed when I was already exhausted. So many times I just wanted to say, “Forget this!” and go to bed. Why had I offered to do this? The only thing I knew about this woman was that she had no milk ducts and was having a boy.
In those late nights God did a work on my hardened heart and I began to pray for this sweet little baby and his mama. I prayed for her health and comfort in these last weeks of pregnancy. I prayed for this baby boy, that he would be strong and healthy and this milk would help him thrive. I also thanked God that I was able to nurse both of my sons. That I was blessed with so much and never had to worry or stress about low supply or a baby that wasn’t thriving. But most of all I thanked the Lord for this mom who wanted so badly to provide her son with the best possible start at life.
Now I don’t write this to honk my own horn. If I had been in charge I would have given up a few days in. But then I would have missed the amazing blessing it was to be humbled and know what it is to truly serve another without expecting anything in return.
I was able to finally meet this woman in person and you can read my post I donated my breast milk: a meeting I will never forget on MomsLA.
Have you ever considered donating your breast milk?