A Love Affair with My Pump
A Love Affair with My Pump It all started on a nice, sunny day in Newport Beach, CA. You came in at the perfect time, you were the hero. You were the middle man between me and my little, teeny, tiny, 4 pound baby, transferring small, but vital amounts of sweet, sweet colostrum. When each nurse came in and checked us out, they would say things like, "Wow! Thats amazing!" or "You have a great supply." I was excited to see how well we would do together, to make more and more milk for precious little Harrison. [picture from my mom while buying me a bra at Target] Our first session in the hospital was a bit awkward. I had to hold my pump up through the entire 20 minute session. That ended quickly when I called my mom and told her don't come back to the hospital until she has a "hands-free pumping bra" with her. I still can't thank her enough for that, seriously 20 minutes without the use of my hands was plenty (thats probably b...