Dear Breastpump

Dear Breastpump -

We've had a very up and down relationship.  Jason and I were determined to breast feed for the first six months.  I knew I'd be seeing you.  After all I have to go back to work and they frown on me bringing my child in every day.  Even still I resented the hell out of you when you were wheeled into my hospital room.  Just seeing you was admitting defeat.  Nate's jaundice got bad.  Really bad.  We spent a night trying to get him to eat, but he'd keep falling asleep.  By 3 a.m. we were wiping the kid down with cold wet washcloths in the hopes that it would piss him off enough to start sucking. I know it was't your fault - the jaundice made the little man lethargic and he had to poop to get better.  You and the formula helped him poop for which I'm eternally thankful.

But then, I had to wake up every three hours and attach you to my breasts like some demon spawn milking machine only to get 1.5 oz.  We worked and worked at getting my milk supply up. I took fenugreek and smelled like pancakes. I drank five cups of mothers milk tea a day.  I drank a beer every night, but we maxed out at 11 oz a day.  But we kept it up. I was happy I could keep giving the little man breast milk and it was nice being able to wake up Jason to tell him it was his turn to feed the baby.  We borrowed your twin from my sister so I could pump in two rooms without having to move you.  Decadence!  After a while pumping was no big deal.  It was a good chance to watch a little t.v. or read a book.  It became some me time at a point in my life where there isn't me, just a whole lotta 

But, I go back to work in two weeks and it just doesn't seem possible to keep pumping every two hours.  So now we have to say goodbye.  It's been a great three months!  I'll see you in a few years when the second kiddo pops out.  Until then, stay out of trouble, and off of other women's boobs.  

Love,

My breasts