Diary of a Lactation Failure (Or a tale of two titties)

I have a love/hate relationship with the SNS. I HATE when it leaks on me, I HATE when I don't have it positioned perfectly and Lola gets upset that she isn't getting anything out of it, I HATE that I can't just put her to breast as soon as she shows signs of hunger, and I have to fumble with tubes and tape while listening to my baby cry, and I hate that instead of having a leisurely nurse and snooze, and I have to worry about getting up and cleaning it, risking waking up a peacefully sleeping babe.
But I love that it keeps her at the breast, and gives us a more normal nursing relationship. And I love it for providing the nourishment my baby needs to grow and thrive. And those two loves balance out the hate.
It's working for us. I'm not obsessing over numbers anymore. I don't know how many ounces of formula she's taking per day because it doesn't matter anymore, as long as she's happy and healthy. And she is happy and healthy. And that's all that matters.