The electric baby and I have officially broken up. Sure he/she needs a momma too, but I am not her, so see ya electric baby! In the back of the closet you shall go until round 2.
Our relationship actually ended last Wednesday when I went to a conference and realized I had made no pumping plans. Pumping at a conference was just not that feasible. I wasn’t staying at the hotel and had to haul around my coat, scarf, notebook, purse, as well as the shit I picked up from exhibitors. So even if I had remembered to bring my pump, it would have just made moving about impossible.
I have not pumped for a couple of days a week before. I figured it wouldn’t really be that big of a deal. That thought coupled with the fact that my pump output has been so low anyway….like really low…..really really low. One day a couple of weeks ago I actually just dumped it out because putting less than an ounce into a freezer bag just made no sense. So yeah, things were tapering off as is. When Monday rolled around and my little pump reminder popped up on the screen – yes I schedule reminders for myself – I looked at my pump, let out a sigh and decided I was absolutely happy to let it go.
I am still feeding Jack at 6am, 6pm and sometimes again around 9pm. And on the weekends if he seems to want to nurse mid-day we will do that too. But the rest of the day he is drinking full cow-milk bottles and eating foods and shit. I have to say the release of the electric baby was the easiest thing. I was surprised. Full weaning? I have a feeling I won’t be so blasé about that one. I plan to take my time though. Maybe stretch it out at least a couple more months if it is possible.
I did send an e-mail to my acupuncturist to get her opinion on starting up Aunt Flow. She was all for giving it a try, but her response seemed to recommend we wait until Jack is fully weaned. It seems kind of weird to be thinking about getting back into the whole trying to get knocked up boat. I wonder if I am ready?….TBD