Pumping

I know my blog still looks like it's for Christmas, I'm working on finding a new one.

Also I want to update that yesterday he took the sippy cup great for his 9am and 12pm feedings, but the 3pm feeding did not go well. Apparently, he must have been super tired and so I think he wanted the bottle for more comfort than anything and he would not be calm until he had it. So he did have 1 bottle yesterday. We took an emergency bottle to daycare today. Let's hope they didn't have to use it.

Now for the main part of this post - Pumping. I didn't do so well with pumping last week while I was off work. So now that I'm back to working, I'm pumping in the morning (about 2-3oz) and twice at work (1 oz each time) for a total of about 4-5 oz per day. He is still getting about 9 oz at daycare, so we are losing approximately 4-5 oz a day. With the weekend pumping, that means I'm losing about 15-20 oz a week. With my freezer supply, that is enough to get us by for SEVERAL weeks, so I'm making the executive decision to stop pumping on the weekends. In 2 weeks or so, I may need to start working more hours, so I may cut out my morning pump as well.

I figure at this point, even if I didn't have any freezer stash and stopped pumping, he would be fine on cow's milk at daycare, or at least extra solid foods (assuming he doesn't need a bottle for comfort).

I have mixed feelings about this. Mainly, I'm super excited that my relationship with the pump is ending. I have said it before, but I hate pumping. I hate cleaning it, I hate setting it up, I hate sitting there, listening to the "whoosh whoosh". It's just not fun. But this also symbolizes that my breastfeeding relationship is also beginning to come to an end, as well. Sometimes, I think, it's ok. David will be able to feed him more and no more screaming hungry baby in the carseat (we'll just give him a sippy cup in the car). No more nursing bras. No more worrying about the clothes I'm wearing and if they are breastfeeding friendly. No stopping everything to sit and feed. But I'm also sad because I just can't get over Noah looking me in the eye while gulping away and the way he plays with my shirt and snaps my bra (yeah, that part isn't as fun). I think mainly I'm sad because it means Mr. Noah is growing up and moving on.

I still think that right now this is the best decision (to stop breastfeeding at one year). It was the original goal I had for myself and we just really want to start trying for that second one soon (which according to my doctor, I can't do until I stop nursing). Ok, somehow this went from pumping to breastfeeding, but anyway. I am glad for soon to be no more pumping!!!!!!