My days at home with Squirmy are fantastic for the most part (so fantastic I’d give up my career and default on my credit cards to continue to stay home with him if Mr. Rachel would agree to live without electricity or food), but today we had a spell of not-so-fantastic. I have been trying to pump breast milk once a day so I will have a good supply built up when I return to work at the end of May. The books all tell you to pump in the morning because you have more milk then, but Squirmy has moved our morning to the afternoon and our afternoon to midnight. So I planned to pump this afternoon; however, things got in the way and by the time I got around to it, it was about an hour before Squirmy would wake up and want to eat again. I figured I was safe and went ahead and pumped. Bad move. Squirmy woke up a good fifteen minutes after I finished pumping, ready to eat. (Against my pediatrician’s wishes, I breastfeed on-demand, so when Squirmy’s hungry, Squirmy’s hungry.)
At this point I was empty. I went ahead and tried to latch Squirmy on because I knew that the milk would come once he got going. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t stay latched on long enough to get it going and it turned into an all-out shrieking brawl. I knew he wouldn’t latch as long as he was screaming, so I gave him a few milliliters of water to calm him down. It helped for about 0.3 seconds. Finally, twenty-five minutes later, I decided to break out the milk I had just pumped. I don’t want to give Squirmy a bottle myself (for fear of him rejecting the breast afterward), so I fed him one ounce with a syringe. This was not helping – he wanted the comfort of the nursing as well as the milk.
Nothing was going to appease his appetite at this point, so I grabbed him up and took him into the other room. I walked around with him and explained why we pray and how we pray. I explained that the Lord wants to help us and that if we are faithful, he will give us what we ask for (Matthew 21:22 — And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive). By this time Squirmy was calm and was just looking at me. Together (well, I was the one talking), we prayed and asked for patience and milk. After praying, we read The Prayer of Jesus by Hank Hanegraaff (The Bible Answer Man).
I sensed it wasn’t time yet, so I continued to walk and explained about giving thanks. Then we thanked God for Squirmy’s patience (he hadn’t cried since we walked into the room) and for the milk that he would receive. I changed his diaper, and then sat down to nurse him. Just as we had asked for, the milk came. Squirmy latched on, drank, and was comforted.
This is just a lesson in God’s faithfulness and honesty. He said if we would ask and believe, we would receive. If you think your prayer is too small, you’re wrong. God is here for you and wants to take care of all your needs. He knows the desire of your heart and wants to give it to you (Psalm 37:4-5 — Delight yourself also in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, Trust also in Him, And He shall bring it to pass). All you have to do is pray (Philippians 4:6-7 — Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; 7 and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus).