The last time this pump touched my breasts... and it was only fitting to have a celebratory adios!
I’ve done some pretty hard things in my life but exclusively pumping is up there in the ranks.
That tinge of pain I felt when I realized Sage (my second child) would never nurse is one that returns to me, but then is met with the gratitude and strength of this year of pumping.
Pumping had been time, money, energy, body contact, multi-tasking, packing extra bags, scheduling, leaving events... it has been trying to snuggle in the midst of cords and flashing the drive-thru guy at Dunkin Donuts.
It has been one hell of a ride. My “goal” was to make it through Sage’s surgeries and then recently I just knew I was done.
Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.
Pump, accessories, bras... you’ve been good to me. You’ve formed a team to make my journey possible. You’ve helped me feed my babe. But now, it’s time we step away and see other people ✌🏼 Honestly, you've really sucked as a breast friend.
There’s no right amount of time to breastfeed- nursing or pumping- but “right” is doing what makes sense for you, your family and your sanity 💕
Chelsea is a postpartum coach committed to helping women survive and thrive through postpartum without the pressure to be Pinterest Perfect. She is a mother of 2 and owner of Postpartum Together. She spends her "free" time on IG @chels.keeps.it.real