End of an Era

This week Becca gave Possum the very last bag of pumped milk. I cannot believe that not only did we make the whole year but we actually got a whole other month out of it! The second one is so much harder. Between work and the two babies I cannot believe I found the stamina and determination to wake up twice a night to pump in addition to nursing as well and find time twice a day at work to pump. I think about all those times and all those places I pumped just because I needed to make it fit. And here we are 13 months later. It is a bittersweet time for me. I took great pleasure cleaning and packing up my pump, throwing away my hoses and funnels. But I am a little sad because I'm pretty sure I am done with this phase of my life. I look at my little boy and am super proud that he is who he is all supplied by mama's milk --no formula!
If only I had this type of fierce dedication to working out.



Last bag of pumped milk


Savoring the bottle


So delicious!


All gone!

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