Howdy Bleeps, I’ve got just a short post today since we’re hosting the in-laws, who have traveled from Alaska to meet their new grandson.
Today, I’d like to give you a little heads up.
Well, a two-fold heads up. To those women who are struggling with a low breastmilk supply (PCOS I hate your ass-face), there are many supplements you can take to help. There will be another post that outlines all the germane to elaborate things I’ve done to increase my breastmilk (but if you have suggestions in addition to herbal supplements, beer, drink water, pump, and take medication I’m all ears!).
But for now, I’ll give you a friendly warning on the herbal supplements… so you’re not surprised like I was.
The first supplement you’re likely to hear about if you’re working on a breastmilk supply is something called Fenugreek. Certainly not something I’ve heard about before, kind of a weird sounding name. A friend of mine mentioned it in the breastfeeding support group I’ve been attending, and many other women concurred it was good for developing your supply.
However, my friend mentioned something interesting… that it made her smell like maple syrup, and that had triggered her pregnancy cravings for pancakes.
I wondered if it was like the love potion from Harry Potter, that it would customize itself to each person differently–in this case transforming into whatever your pregnancy craving was.
So, in my case, I’d smell like… Costco hot dogs.
Delicious, but not necessarily something I’d like to smell like.
Nevertheless, in addition to all my other supply-building freak-out tactics, I take fenugreek. Days go by, and I really didn’t notice anything. Certainly not the divine smell of Hebrew National franks.
Then, about two days ago, I spent the whole day wondering what stunk. All day long I accused Adam of things stinking… this sofa stinks, that chair stinks, this room stinks, the whole frickin’ house stinks! All day long, I was going nuts.
Later, I take a shower and change my clothes. All of a sudden… the house doesn’t stink.
Yeah… turns out it was me. I stunk.
Not this lovely maple syrup smell, though there was certainly this undertone of that sweet smell. But it wasn’t pleasant. I smelled like five day old waffles that have been sitting at the bottom of your sink that you forgot to clean out before you left for a short trip. Sweet and homeless-man’s-asshole, that’s how I smelled. In my opinion.
At least I no longer had to run around the house trying to find the source for this mysterious smell. And the kid didn’t try to flee… but maybe he would have if he had the requisite strength/coordination/driver’s license. I’m pretty sure he gave me the stink eye a couple times that day, no pun intended.
Now I commit to a daily shower. And deodorant. And clean clothes. Now my armpits smell like two-day old waffles. An improvement, by comparison. But I stick with the fenugreek, because I’m a rock star mom.
Anyways, stay tuned for birth story…