Goodbye, trusty pump.

After 10 months, 7 days, and what felt like 912,358,456,875 hours, I have made the decision to quit pumping. Rylie is now completely on formula. Which, by the way, stinks…literally. Because my goal was one year, I feel a slight bit disappointed in myself. But at the same time, I am proud that I was able to return to work full-time and continue to provide Rylie with breast milk for the first 10 months of her life. I am confident with my decision and the best thing is that I no longer have to find a secluded area to sit (all alone), breast pump in each hand, staring at the wall for 10 minutes at a time, 5 times per day. I no longer have an extra bag (le’ pump) to carry around. And I have reduced the number of bottles I have to wash every day by 7 (not to mention all of the counterparts that go along with it). See proof below:

Now, at the top of my closet, you will find my pump safely stored next to my maternity clothes.

It’s kind of surreal to think that I will never use it again until we have our second baby. And actually, I will hopefully never have to use it again PERIOD…provided I get to stay at home when we have our second baby. This is definitely more bitter-sweet than I imagined it to be. Forgive me as I wipe away a few tears.