As I sit here writing this, my breast pump hating son is attempting to sabotage my current session. He's unsuccessfully gone for the tubing, the wall plug & lastly has tried pulling himself into my lap to replace his little mouth for one of my Medela contraptions.
I get it GQ. You don't like it when I pump. The kicker is, that I nursed him before I started pumping as to ensure this wouldn't happen...wrong! I've managed to successfully extract 5 golden ounces to be stored for a later date, but sheesh! I feel like I just ran a marathon.
It's taken him almost eight months to build up this hatred. He must think it's stealing his milk. Where does he think it all goes? Doesn't he know that I'm stocking up for the Winter (literally?) Poor kid. He's quietly nestled back in my lap, rightfully staking his claim on what's been his all along!
...but he's not even hungry?!?!
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