Haven is still nursing. Barely, but I will take whatever she can get. Sometimes she nurses three times a day, but more often it’s twice a day, morning and night. I am no longer pumping or any other tactics to increase milk supply. And, while I don’t think I will ever fully come to terms with all the twists that happened with nursing, I am making peace with the situation. After all, Haven is thriving…I’m the one suffering. I’ve compared the remainder of our nursing stint to palliative care. I’m not going to stress out about the end. I know it’s coming.
So, today, I am returning the hospital grade pump we rented and am packing up the pumping supplies. And, as very sad as I am to know that nursing is almost over, I am looking forward to wearing normal bras again and plan on enjoying a few too many cocktails to celebrate our accomplishments.