Today marks the last day I'm pumping milk.
I am filled with very mixed emotions.
Would you believe it that I actually cried when I expressed milk for the last time just now?
441 days.
1 year, 2 months, 15 days.
For each of these tired and tedious days, I've been making milk for my dearest boy.
It's as if all along, my job is to do just that and nothing else.
I feel proud of the fact that Sean has been fed exclusively on breastmilk for 14 months.
I'm proud that I'm disciplined to have stuck it out for so long, despite the hurdles and pain.
I'm proud that I've made sacrifices along the way to give my boy the best nutrition there is.
I'm grateful for being blessed with the ability of making it possible this far.
And to finally bid a hiatus to it now, is like having to say goodbye to a good friend.
For at least, a period of time.
And now it's as if I've lost a sense of purpose.
Suddenly, I felt useless as a mother.
The irony.
I am filled with very mixed emotions.
Would you believe it that I actually cried when I expressed milk for the last time just now?
441 days.
1 year, 2 months, 15 days.
For each of these tired and tedious days, I've been making milk for my dearest boy.
It's as if all along, my job is to do just that and nothing else.
I feel proud of the fact that Sean has been fed exclusively on breastmilk for 14 months.
I'm proud that I'm disciplined to have stuck it out for so long, despite the hurdles and pain.
I'm proud that I've made sacrifices along the way to give my boy the best nutrition there is.
I'm grateful for being blessed with the ability of making it possible this far.
And to finally bid a hiatus to it now, is like having to say goodbye to a good friend.
For at least, a period of time.
And now it's as if I've lost a sense of purpose.
Suddenly, I felt useless as a mother.
The irony.
To the wonderful factory,
Thank you so much for being my good partner for the past 14 plus months.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Let's meet again soon.
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