Today, I’m thankful that Ella nurses like a champ. The dreaded breast pump is tucked away in the back of a closet and I pray it doesn’t have to see the light of day this time around.
Since Hannah was a preemie, she failed to catch on to the whole breastfeeding thing despite the best efforts of the nurses, lactation consultant, and myself. Since I’m stubborn, I refused to give her formula and spent the next 8 months pumping for several hours each day. I pumped in cars, (secluded) parks, and I even pumped in bathroom stalls in the middle of Walt Disney World (seriously). It may not sound like a big deal, but exclusively pumping was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.