The Breakup.

I did it. Finally.
At one point I went back, but we are through - forever.

It is time. 
I am ready - he is ready. 
After more than 2.5 years, I am finished. 

I broke up with my pump.

THE PUMP

As great as it is for a working Mom to provide liquid gold for her new baby, and when it is time to send this guy packing...it is even better.

Things I will miss:

• Producing the best nutrition on the planet for my baby
•  Having a tether/life line to my little one
• Taking 15 min "mommy" breaks 3 times a day

Things I will not miss:

• Having my nipples streched to lengths I didn't know were possible
• Feeling like a cow
• Walking around in a cloud
• Feeling the uncontrollable urge to bolt out of a meeting because electricity is seemingly flowing in my boobs...due to not adhering to the pumping schedule.
• Feeling like a cow
• Stressing about how little I pumped
• Working with all men and them being embarrassed when I walk into the work kitchen with my milk
• Not being able to lose the last 5-7 pounds
•  Feeling like a cow

All signs point to YES, time to break-up. This relationship has been good and frustrating at times. I needed my pump and, to some extent, it needed me.

This is a tongue in cheek post. I loved nursing my 2 kiddos. I wouldn't have changed it for the world. It is one of the things about early parenthood I am so proud of...but it is hard, demanding, and sacrificial. All of which I am ready to be finished. I nursed Aven for 8.5 months. I nursed Tristan for 7 months. I know it isn't the "year" everyone says you should strive for, but it is what I was able to do. If I was a stay at home mom, if I worked from home, if, if, if. Well, none of those ifs existed for me and this is what I did. I feel accomplished and gratified; but if I never ever see that pump again I would be so happy.

So...without further adieu, in the words of Taylor Swift: