Farewell - A Love Letter

As we leave the month of LOVE – I leave you with a love letter to my breast pump

Dear Breast Pump –

It is with a tinge of sadness that I bid you farewell. We have spent many an hour together, locked up in rooms at my place of employment. It was weird sitting at work with my shirt off and the girls hanging out hoping that the cleaning staff didn’t choose that moment to clean the ‘mother’s room’.

We had a love/hate relationship through two children now. There were days that I was so tired that I swore you were talking to me through your motor. Phrases like ‘you suck’ to ‘wake up’ over and over again. And then after sitting there for almost 30 minutes, you only got 2 ounces out of me. And some days you even made me bleed. Those were days I really didn’t like you.

Then there were the days that I would get enough for 2 bottles. There was no mocking from you and there was much joy in my heart to be able to not do all formula the next day. Unfortunately those days were few and far between.

After trying suggestions to up my supply and keep our relationship going, it is best that we end while still on speaking terms. Teaghan is still getting the gold in the morning and at bedtime and is growing and thriving. She doesn’t seem worse for the wear. And to put the cherry on top – I can add caffeine back into my arsenal. So it’s a win/win. T is good and I am good and I am awake for work. Well, except for the fact that T is no longer sleeping through the night, or by herself, but Breast Pump you don’t need to hear about that.

So, with that, I thank you for helping me feed my two youngest children and fondly say good-bye. We need to figure out a way to throw you a wonderful retirement party. Any ideas?

Salutations,
Sore Nipples and Saggy Girls