Smashing this pump meant so many things. It meant I was free. It meant my babies were no longer babies. It meant an end from the most challenging thing I’ve ever done. It meant I decided to do something and I stuck to it until the end. It was an emotional release of every hurtful word, exchanged glance, every doctor, nurse and person who told me that I couldn’t do it.
Co nursing was a choice that was a no brainer for me, I wanted to bond with our baby and wanted to share all the responsibilities with my wife. I have been in the process of Inducing Lactation since January 20th. I have been following the Newman Goldfarb protocol.
As moms we beat ourselves up over all the small stuff not done. Going to bed with a sink full of cups and basket full of dirty laundry bothers us. At least it bothers me. As moms we have so much to do that we never feel like ANYTHING gets done. We go to bed worrying about everything still sitting there. Writing it all down is therapeutic.