The breastpump is, they say, your ticket to independence, to glorious nights out!
At $300+ new it ought to be my ticket to VIP treatment and should come with its own damn wet nurse.
I got mine used, from a friend.
The tricky part is how to get ahead of the game.
The books say it's impossible to empty a breast, that your body is constantly making more. This has proven, if not totally untrue, at least demonstrably false in real life. The books say you have more milk in the morning, and what a great time that is for pumping. Except you know what I want to do in the morning? Brush my teeth. Pee. Eat breakfast. Those three things are hard enough, require enduring some screaming from little miss loudmouth and generally take up most of the morning anyway.
So either dad has to be home or I have to put the baby down and listen to her wail while I pump, and I have to time it so that it's long enough after she eats that there's something there, and long enough before she eats again that there will be something when she wants it. Plus it's only good for a week in the fridge, which means planning that far in advance to get just a couple bottles stored up.
All of which makes my boobs hurt.
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