I remember rocking the glider I was sitting on to the tuneless wheezing of the electronic breast pump and those wordless shouts for help. An exhausted one-woman-band.That's what I'm babbling about today.
“NEED” (pump wheeze/glider slides back) “SLEEP” (pump wheeze/glider slides forward).
“HATE” (pump/glider) “THIS” (pump/glider).
It’s funny, but just remembering that noise, the wheezy medical instrument that helped articulate the conflicted thoughts in my brain during breastfeeding the first time, has me pondering breastfeeding this next baby.
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