I just went to the freezer to get some ice cream and discovered it was totally melted. At first I was just sort of annoyed that I was going to have to wait an hour or two for my vanilla soup to re-harden. Next I was pissed one of us had left the freezer open a tiny bit and wasted all that electricity. Then I remembered the 100 or so ounces of frozen breastmilk  in storage bags. Did you know you can’t refreeze breastmilk once it’s thawed? It’s all ruined. I actually cried and had to have E dump it out. It took me two months of pumping to build up that stash and I’m finally at the point where my body has stopped overproducing milk like crazy. My frozen breastmilk was my safety blanket, my insurance policy in case of emergency. I know it sounds silly but this is seriously the most traumatic baby-related thing that has happened so far.