The Pickled Onion Incident

Thanksgiving evening we were playing scrabble when my sister decided to bust out a jar of pickled onions. For those of you who don't know -- pickled onions are one of my favorite foods. They're right up there with Salsa and Chips. Anyway - I didn't have one pickled onion the entire time I was pregnant because for some reason they didn't sound good - but my taste for them is back and I thought for the first time in a year I would treat myself.

I had not one, but FIVE pickled onions that night. The next day Carly wouldn't come near my breasts. She screamed and screamed and screamed when I put the boob in her mouth. I felt VERY rejected. It was as if I was diseased. We fed her some breast milk I'd pumped the day before, out of a bottle, and she was fine. At the advice of my family I pumped out the "bad" milk and bottled it to see if she'd eat it. Nope! She refused that icky pickled milk and we gave her formula instead. It took me pumping 2 batches before I got those pickled onions out of my system. When I told Eric what had happened he said,

"She must get that from the Jones side because that shit's gross!"