In the photos above, that's about 2/3rds the breast milk your mother has banked for you. Overall, its filled 3 big freezers top to bottom. Apparently, this is what it takes to feed a baby your size for about 3 months. The reason we have so many reserves? To put it simply, your mother is a one woman dairy. A mammal that would inspire envy in any cow, if they knew such an emotion.
Early on she set quotas for herself and then pumped extra if she didn't meet them. About a month ago, her milk makers even started producing so fast that she didn't know how to stop them. We thought they might start shaking or vibrating or explode or something. It sort of reminded me of Scotty from the old Star Trek series: "Captain! We canna go on much longer like this! It'll tear the ship apart!"
Your mother pretends to be modest about her boobs in the "lactation station" (where all of the women pump) here at the NICU. As waterfalls of white mana pour from her mammaries, other women look on teary eyed at their own measly 10 milliliters. She'll give them advice and try to comfort them. "Don't feel bad, you'll get there," she says, but in her mind, I knows she's also thinking: "Forsooth, I hath vanquished thee, knave!"
At any rate, because of your mother's innate competitiveness, you have a virtual mountain of milk to consume. I'd say you have quite a climb ahead of you. With any luck, if you too have the grit and determination of your mother, you shouldn't have a problem. One bottle at a time, Ellie. What was that Confucian saying?
"The baby who moves a milk mountain begins by carrying away small stones."