Re: Pumping Stories
My baby had a really catastrophic latch, and I ended up with low supply. I had to pump, and what I remember most about pumping was the hard stuff.
Having to choose between pumping and taking care of my newborn.
Spilling an entire bottle- 4 or 5 oz!- of freshly expressed milk all over my newly cleaned carpet, and then needing to supplement with formula because I ran out of milk later in the day.
Pumping when I got the call that my Aunt had died of cancer. That is the worst memory, but it also marks the moment that I finally gave myself permission to stop pumping. My supply was rebuilt, my daughter was nursing effectively. Somehow my Aunt's death allowed me to see that my attachment to the pump was a very small thing in the great span of life. I called my LC the next day, and she was really glad to have the pump back, because she had a mom who was expecting twins and might need it.
Coolest thing my big girl said recently: "How can you tell the world is moving when you are standing on it?"
Coolest thing my little girl sang recently: "I love dat one-two pupples!"