I’m taking my hospital grade pump back tomorrow. Today I cleaned it and packed it in it’s box. I’m not using it because we stopped giving Fiona a bottle at night so there is no need for me to pump before bed. She slept for 5 hours again last night. It’s the end of an era for me. That pump has been in my house longer than Fiona has. It represents all that was/is good and bad about her birth. Even though I resent it, I think it might miss it. My coffee table looks so much larger now and empty without it. But, our relationship had to end sometime and now is as good a time as any. Besides, I found a smaller, albeit louder, version I can use when I need to.
Here are some photos that one of the moms in my moms group took of Fiona a week or so ago:
She looks so serious sometimes. I wonder what she is thinking...hmm, “What should I do today? The same thing I do every day - try to take over the world! (said in a Brain voice).
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