In honor of today's momentous occasion, I've written a little song. It's sung to the tune of Cee Lo's "FU."
I've had to haul you 'round town for the past 12 months
Now I say, "eff yooooooooo" (ooo ooo ooo!)
My boobs have been suctioned for the final time
Stupid pump, eff you and-a eff your tubes
Uh...that's all I've got...I never claimed to be a lyrical genius.
For those who are thoroughly confused, I'll clear things up for you: I quit pumping!
All last week, I felt like I was getting another case of thrush, and rather than fighting it with incessant cleaning and sterilizing for the next month, I just decided to quit. (I'm not quitting nursing cold turkey; I've found that thrushiness clears up better when I'm not pumping, though. Maybe because it's freaking impossible to clean and sterilize the stupid pump parts the way they need to be).
My first work day without pumping was lovely. I didn't have to deal with taking an extra bag to work, didn't have to store the milk, didn't have to worry about cleaning everything between pumping sessions, didn't have to remember to take everything home, didn't have to desperately find a few minutes between hearings to relieve my poor, engorged boobies. Oh! And I wore a real bra. One without plastic hooks and drop cups. It was great.
The only real down side was my barely-Bs swelling to (incredibly sore and painful) almost-Ds by the end of the day. Fortunately, I know that will clear up in a few days.
I'm still planning to nurse R when I'm home with him, but he can have formula at daycare for the next month. I picked up his last can of formula ever yesterday. When it's gone, we're switching him to cow's milk. My bay-bee's growing up! *tear* I'm hoping he'll decide he's completely done nursing soon, but I'm not holding my breath on that one. R likes his bedtime boob too much.
I just wanted to share today's happy thing with all of you. The only way it could have been any better was if I had taken the pump out back and beaten the crap out of it a la Office Space. Unfortunately, I borrowed it from a friend, and I'm not sure she would appreciate me destroying it. Getting it out of my life non-violently will have to be enough.
I've had to haul you 'round town for the past 12 months
Now I say, "eff yooooooooo" (ooo ooo ooo!)
My boobs have been suctioned for the final time
Stupid pump, eff you and-a eff your tubes
Uh...that's all I've got...I never claimed to be a lyrical genius.
For those who are thoroughly confused, I'll clear things up for you: I quit pumping!
All last week, I felt like I was getting another case of thrush, and rather than fighting it with incessant cleaning and sterilizing for the next month, I just decided to quit. (I'm not quitting nursing cold turkey; I've found that thrushiness clears up better when I'm not pumping, though. Maybe because it's freaking impossible to clean and sterilize the stupid pump parts the way they need to be).
My first work day without pumping was lovely. I didn't have to deal with taking an extra bag to work, didn't have to store the milk, didn't have to worry about cleaning everything between pumping sessions, didn't have to remember to take everything home, didn't have to desperately find a few minutes between hearings to relieve my poor, engorged boobies. Oh! And I wore a real bra. One without plastic hooks and drop cups. It was great.
The only real down side was my barely-Bs swelling to (incredibly sore and painful) almost-Ds by the end of the day. Fortunately, I know that will clear up in a few days.
I'm still planning to nurse R when I'm home with him, but he can have formula at daycare for the next month. I picked up his last can of formula ever yesterday. When it's gone, we're switching him to cow's milk. My bay-bee's growing up! *tear* I'm hoping he'll decide he's completely done nursing soon, but I'm not holding my breath on that one. R likes his bedtime boob too much.
I just wanted to share today's happy thing with all of you. The only way it could have been any better was if I had taken the pump out back and beaten the crap out of it a la Office Space. Unfortunately, I borrowed it from a friend, and I'm not sure she would appreciate me destroying it. Getting it out of my life non-violently will have to be enough.
2 comments:
I would gladly help you out with the destroying of that pump, Em!! =0) Yay for being done, I hated pumping too!
LOL, love your song! I felt the same way, wanting to destroy the pump, but I need to save it for the next baby. Maybe then I can have a pump destroying party.
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