Bitch, bitch, bitch

Today I spent the better part of the day at the hospital with the boys. I swear (and this is NOT all in my head) those nurses think the babies belong to them. When I arrived this morning the Neonatologist on staff told me that Roark would start “nippling” on Friday. I assumed this meant breast feeding, but NO – it does not. They will not let them breast feed because it is too hard for them…nice.

Now how will they ever decide to choose the harder of the two options? Why would they? I wouldn’t. They won’t. But –that is not today’s bitch…that is for another time.
I told the nurses that I wanted to feed him and please let me know what time they plan to do this “nippling” – aka Bottle Feeding. They didn’t know, but said they would let me know how it goes if I miss it. Say what???? Miss it? The hell I will – I am DOING it. When I told her that nobody but me was to feed him, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look as if nobody has ever felt that way before. What kind of parents are out there anyway? Doesn’t anyone care to experience the “firsts”? I am in shock. If I show up Friday and Roark has already been fed, I will claim a nurses head as my own. I will place it on a stake and plant it firmly in front of the hospital as a warning to