The Last Pumping Update

Pump for Sale.  

I tried to keep going.  I drank the Mother's Milk tea and took the Fenugreek drops.  But the real way to increase milk is to pump more.  And friends, I just couldn't do it.  I reached my first goal (to pump for 3 months), kept going and am calling it.  I realized I was really done the other day when I sat down to pump with Brixton squirming next to me.  I had the worst attitude about it.  That was it.  It was just becoming a negative experience with very little reward.  And while having a milk machine suckling at your breast is certainly not the same as a cozy infant, I want to remember our good memories nonetheless.  

We are now using the frozen milk stash, which I was able to increase slightly.  I'm not feeling sad anymore about it.  Brixton's eating solids now (kind of like a champ/wild animal) and seems to actually prefer his cereal made with formula (I know!  Weird.)  I am actually kind of relieved if you want to know the truth and excited about not having to worry about it.  I am very grateful that I was able to go for so long and surprised that I stuck it out as long as I did.

I remember sitting down the first day I was home and pumping.  "I'm going to do this for three months?" I thought.  It was like looking up from the bottom of a huge mountain you had to climb.  I'm there.  I'm at the top.  The climb was long, but worth it and the view from up here is great. 

And while I will no doubt be filled with sadness and sentimental feelings watching him drink that last mother's milk bottle that is coming in the next week or so, I am satisfied that he had it at all.  He's healthy, happy and huge.  

Thanks, boobs.  I'll never look at you the same way again. (And either will Brendan).  

**A sincere apology to my 90-year-old Grandpa and my Father for having to read this post.**