A year ago tomorrow, So.ren and another blastocyst were transferred through my byzantine cervix. This timing has nice symmetry since my milk supply has suddenly essentially dried up, so it may be that he gets exactly one year of being housed/nourished by my body. On Sunday night, I pumped nearly 5 oz. Monday night, it was 2 oz. Last night, 1 oz. I have no idea why this is, but so be it. Maybe it's because I returned to work for real this week. Or maybe I ate something that dries up milk. Anyway, I am going to try to get one or two more nursing sessions out of him so I can be sentimental about my short-lived, complicated breastfeeding career.
Here's a photo of So.ren and his father. My husband is very musical, unlike me, and so So.ren gets concerts every evening and sometimes even during the daytime on weekends. I'm hoping he'll inherit the ability to carry a tune and play instruments and whatnot. Yes, whatnot!