Most business days, at 10 in the morning and at two in the afternoon, since I went back to work last spring I have pumped breast milk. When I was ready for a session, I announced down the hall that I was Pumping Up The Jams so that nobody would come into my office. On Friday, Tesla turns 1 (I know, I can’t believe how quickly this year went either), and I’ll be done pumping. We’ll still nurse when we’re together because we both love it, and I’ll let her nurse as long as she wants to until she’s 2.
But, I’m more than a little happy to be done pumping. It’s not my favorite. What is my favorite is that I was able to give Tesla the majority of the nourishment she had in her first year. We supplemented with formula, but, for the most part, she was a breast-fed infant.
I am also happy that we’re done pumping just in time to ship my pump to my sweet niece, Jessica, who is having her first baby this spring.
All the Jams? They have been Pumped, yo.