Wistful. Melancholy. Proud. Satisfied.
Toby is done breastfeeding. I once wondered how long he’d wake every night (19 months). I once joked that he’d breastfeed the night before kindergarten. He was my first to take a full feeding at the breast (and promptly sleep in the most epic milk coma I’ve witnessed) in NICU and […]
Today’s our two-year NICU-homecoming anniversary. I didn’t expect anyone but Rob and I to remember it. I now wonder if Toby, Eleanor and Callista remember somehow.
ETC, on their first night home
For two years now, our first big event of the day has […]
I know people think I’m weird. Or crazy. Or both. Or worse – I know some think I’m gross.
It’s OK. I’m not doing this for validation or attention or recognition for being SuperMom or SuperFreak. I didn’t sign up for a 22-month-plus (-plus-plus-plus?) breastfeeding journey. Hell, I didn’t even sign up for one month.
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Disclaimer: I’m not an expert; I just play one online. š
Earlier this year, I calculated a rough estimate of how much time I had spent using my breast pump earlier this year. By my guess as of March, I’d logged a whopping 86,000 minutes – that’s 59 days – give or take.
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Hot damn.
This is an average. I have pumped as many as 12 times a day (in the beginning) and as few as four (now). These numbers do not include the time I’ve spent breastfeeding.
I am so thankful for what my body has accomplished and for how my family hasĀ helped provide this time.
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