No, it's not my camera that is refusing to not take an overexposed, blurry photograph right now. It's my lovely breast pump. Not what you were expecting to view this fine morning on my blog, eh?
I'm developing a love/hate relationship with this contraption.
So here's the deal. I want to breastfeed our adopted baby. But in order to do that I have to have a good milk supply. Annabelle is still nursing 7-8 times a day, but also just started taking in a good amount of solid food. I will continue to nurse her for at least another year, so the pumping takes on a couple purposes.
First, it keeps my supply up while she is taking in less milk as she takes in more solids. Second, it builds a freezer stash in case I don't make enough milk as s/he gets older and we need to supplement.
So my freezer is going to slowly fill with boxes filled with bags of milk. I pump about 8 extra ounces a day right now by pumping during both of Bella's naps and right before I go to bed for the night.
Sometimes I feel like mooing.