Today was a big milestone for me.
I pumped for the very last time.
And I am so relieved.
No more packing and unpacking, or washing all of the 9000 parts every night. No more schleping the pump back and forth to work anymore. No more trips to vacant parking lots in the freezing cold because there’s nowhere in my office to take care of business. No more business trips with a van full of colleagues wondering why I have a heavy Trader Joe’s freezer bag on the way home that I didn’t have on the way there.
No more worrying that I’m going to be pulled over on my way to and from work and have to explain why I’m half naked.
So yeah, I’m relieved.
I have been counting down the days, really, but now I’m surprised to find I am kind of sad about it in a weird way. Sammy will be a year old on Thursday. He’s not a baby anymore. And while I’m planning to continue to nurse him when we’re together, he no longer relies on me when we’re apart.
I’m just not sure I am ready for that.
