Well, he said I’ll leave you to it, my God, Tracy it sure is good to see
you. I sure have missed you.”
“Oh dad!” I wept, grabbing a hold of him and pressing him tight against me.
“It’s good to see you too! Oh dear!” I said “I’ve got you all wet. I’m so
sorry, but I really do have to feed Dakker.”
I sat down on the couch, with the baby and then began crying again. The
pump! i thought, I forgot that damn pump! It had been a very difficult
pregnancy, and I had, had an even more obstinate time figuring out the
lactation thing. After Dakker had been born, he showed absolutely no
interest in breast-feeding. The formula option, way too expensive. A friend
of the family had introduced me to an unorthodoxed, but very effective way
of getting things done. She called it “priming the pump”, and had given me
an old breast pump to get things started. This allowed the flow of milk to
begin, and the baby to become a little more interested in feeding. It had
worked like a charm!Almost instantly Dakker would latch on and go to work.
Unfortunately I had left that damn breast pump at my mothers. There was no
going back to get it now! In vein I tried to get Dakker to latch on, but it
was no use. And so, I sobbed even more hysterically….
My dad, by this time I peeled off his wet shirt, and hearing me cry, came
to my aid. “Tracy, baby, Tracy,” he said “What’s wrong, what’s got you so
upset?”
Looking up, I noticed his incredibly strong muscles. With his shirt off
even now as a 36-year-old man, he could very easily have graced the covers
of GQ magazine. He was an incredibly handsome man, who stood about 6 foot
two and tanned, brown skin from having worked outside most of his life. I
stared, with my mouth open slight, and my eyes open wide. It had been a
while since I’ve seen a sexy man. Certainly not like that scrawny little
pencil dick, that had abandoned me and my child.
“Oh daddy,” I exclaimed, “It’s just that… “And then I begin to explain to
him between sobs and tears the dilemma that I found myself in.
“And now”, I continued “I have these massive boobs! I feel like they’re
going to explode if I don’t get some relief. And I oh, I’m so sorry…., I
didn’t mean to be crude, but honestly if I can’t get Dakker to eat, the
pain will be just unbearable!” And then I continue to cry and threw my head
and between my hands.
“Well,” he said “It sure does sound like we need to get you a new pump.
Uortunately the closest store is 50 miles away, and I’m pretty sure it’s
closed. Since it’s the weekend, we won’t be able to get you anything until
at least Monday. Small-town living, doesn’t always have all the perks.” He
added.
“In the meantime,” dad said, “Let’s see if we can figure out something to
do. I sure don’t need you exploding all of my leather couches,” he laughed.
“To hear him, so accommodating about the situation brought a smile to my
face.
“I honestly don’t know what to do,” I said “I’ve tried everything before.
It was mom‘s friend Mary Watkins who help me out in the first place.” Then
I told him about “priming the pump”, and how that seem to do the trick.
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