The witching hour

I woke up this morning at 3 am leaking all over myself. My left side was swollen to a hard-as-a-rock D-cup and my right side was its normal A-cup size. I realized immediatley this was a good sign. 3am and my baby hadn't woken up yet, hooray! I stumbled to the kitchen guided by flashes of lightning bursting in from all sides of the house. I got out my little hand pump, sat in front of the dark computer and pumped. After what seemed like 15 minutes or so I had pumped a ridiculously small 2 oz. Right then Charlotte started to fuss and I was pleased to have some quick relief as my right side was quickly enlarging. I scooped up my beautiful little girl and rocked her while her sweet little mouth went to work. What a wonderful feeling it was today. I enjoyed each second. After a few mintes I unlatched her little lips and placed her back in her crib. I climbed into my clean sheets next to my warm, beautiful, sweet smelling husband and listened to the night's lulaby of softly rolling thunder and the warm summer rain's happy meeting with the thirsty desert floor.