But it has, and my Medela Freestyle® Breastpump has been
dusted, cleaned, sterilized, assembled and has now been put up to speed for its
efficient pumping job.
My pumping memories were bittersweet – as much as I hated
the hassle of pumping and cleaning it - and I still do - I can’t help but feel
overwhelmingly satisfied whenever I see the volume of milk I yield after each pumping
session. The very fact that my child is thriving on nothing but my breast milk
and that is all he ever needs in his first 6 months is again, truly
amazing.
My super power is back after a 2-year sabbatical. The milk
machine is running at full speed, and now that we have introduced the bottle to
Spud, it feels a little liberating that other people will be able to feed him
as well.
Pumping is indeed something which requires a very high
discipline and commitment. In my head, I am still struggling to figure out how
I would be able to cope with pumping full-time and tending to two kids when I
am back at work.
With my unnatural personal biasness against formula, I know
there is no other way out except to pump when Squirt does not get any access to
the boobs. In doing so, I certainly am hoping to be able to provide Squirt with
breast milk for about the same length of time, as did his sister.
Wish me luck!
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