The end of an era

OK, maybe not an era, but the last 11 months has sure felt like it!

The time has finally come to pack up the pump. I feel like I have been waiting for this moment for all of my life, and now that it's finally here I'm a little sad about it. Honestly, we had enough frozen milk that I could have done this 2 months ago, but the process seemed so daunting. I started weaning from the pump, got down to 1 session a day and the thought of stopping completely felt impossible. I just kept cutting back until last week, I barely got 1/8 an oz and I knew I was done.

I won't lie, I cried. I thought about how little there was in those bottles, then I thought how less than a year ago, I cried when I saw that teeny bit of milk; I was ecstatic to be getting that much. I ran out of the nursery, clutching those bottles, waving them in papa Rob's face. That liquid gold was proof that although I couldn't feed her the way nature intended, my body could do what it was supposed to do, that I wouldn't have to feed my starving baby formula after all.

So goodbye ugly nursing clothes & bras, washing pump parts every day, googling medicines to make sure they're safe, scheduling our day around my pumping schedule, and all of the other inconveniences I've put up with for the last almost year.Oh, and papa Rob is looking forward to someday soon being able to use our deep freezer for adult food & not breast milk.

And to prove I still have my sense of humor, when I was in the process of writing this post & came across this article. It seemed like such appropriate timing.