ides of march

Ok so it was the first of the month, but saying Ides sounds more dramatic. This is my messiest "mom"ment to date- and boy was it bad!
So I had thawed some breast milk I had stored. I didn't use it when planned but I didn't want it to go bad. So I decided to replace Monty's 3pm meal with a bottle. One ounce of the 5 ounces was my first pump ever it was probably transition milk. With the four ounces of regular milk it mixed much thinner. Maybe it wasn't as thin as I thought it was...
So I put it in a newborn flow bottle and we are ready to go. Monty ate well at first (or it appeared as much) but then he started FREAKING OUT. Sucking for a little bit then screaming. So I checked the bottle out. Looked normal to me so I placed it back in his mouth. Again- sucking a little then freaking out. After several attempts I determined the milk was just not going through the nipple's small hole (at least not very quickly). So I carried my screaming baby to the kitchen and try to change bottles. I screwed the lid on tightly and tried to feed him. Calm and eating! Finally!
After a few moments I felt warm on my chest. The bottle was leaking! Milk was EVERYWHERE! His clothes were saturated and now I was getting wet. He was eating happily in spite of the mess.So I remove the bottle from his mouth. He proceeds to scream again. In an effort to stop the mess I strip him down to his diaper. I remove my shirt.
The new bottle has 1 ounce left. Between the first bottle and second bottle I have no idea how much he has actually eaten. So I decide I will let him nurse as long as he seems interested. He likes to over eat but I hoped I could judge with a little time management and observation.
While he ate I examined the mess. We are both pretty covered in milk and all the burp rags around me are soaked as I wiped our skin dry.
He ate very well for about 20 minutes. i was just starting to think he would be satisfied. Just as I am processing this, he proceeded to throw up. Clearly he has over eaten. He's happy but now our bare skin is covered in milk, and my pants, and my sofa. We are GROSS. It's in his hair and mine. He is laughing.
So we moved bath time up early- for both of us.
I had to laugh. It was just the biggest freaking mess and he was as happy as a clam.