Woom Woom Woom
Last Thursday was officially my last day pumping. At the time I thought it might be my last time but I didn’t fully realize it until yesterday when I went to work. My mother-in-law, whom watches Mary Rene the two days I work, and I discussed it and I decided to quit. Mary Rene hasn’t been taking a bottle (or sippy cup), and even though this could be a result from teething and she might take it again, I am ready to stop. I thought about continuing to pump and then donate my milk. It sounded like a real heroic thing to do and I hear about women who do that all the time. But, I’m ready to stop. Pumping hasn’t been that bad and I honestly have grown accustom to doing it. I had a good method and was still producing enough milk. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind getting that time back so I can start going on guilt-free lunches with my co-workers. I won’t have to transport the milk back and forth everyday. Honestly, I am saving a lot of time.
So yesterday when I got to the office, I packed up all my pump parts and put them away in my bag. I took my bag downstairs and put it back in the cardboard box (yes I kept the box.) For now, I am parting with my pump.
It is bittersweet. Pumping was the way I oddly connected with Mary Rene while I was at work. Pumping allowed me to produce the good milk that she needed. And now that part of my life is gone. For now.
November 4th, 2009 at 11:15 am
Aww! I kept my box too!
November 4th, 2009 at 12:53 pm
I cried when I stopped pumping. It was the end of one part of life and the beginning of the next. But then again, I cried when I packed up the baby clothes!
November 4th, 2009 at 12:55 pm
I can’t imagine my last day, because it’ll be the last time I pump…ever!!! 12 more days left for me. I am quitting on her 1st bday.
November 8th, 2009 at 11:28 am
Funny, your last day of pumping almost coincided perfectly with my first day. Gotta love the pump.