crying over frozen milk
Welp, after 4 short months, this day has come: my freezer milk is finally gone.
I have never been a fan of pumping. I find it to be a necessary evil, but I've always really really hated assembling all of the parts and pieces, putting on that hands-free bra and hooking myself up like a cow. Since going back to work part-time, I've only ever been able to squeeze in one pumping session a day--with GB was drinking two bottles while I was gone--so I was always playing catch-up and not-so-slowly making my way through my freezer stores.
So now here we are. The freezer milk is gone and it's time to begin supplementing with formula.
With Holden, I pumped twice a day at work until she was 7 months and then gave up and resorted to the freezer. The day I made the decision to stop pumping altogether was straight-up joyous. I think the freezer milk lasted us a few months and I began supplementing with formula around her 10-month mark. I breastfed when I was in her presence and formula-fed when I wasn't until she was 13 months old and totally over my nips.
The plan with GB will be similar: Breast feed when I'm around. Pump at work (ugh). Mix breast milk and formula when I have milk; and just use formula when I don't.
I certainly don't judge anyone who formula feeds their kids but I do feel a little bummed that I'm tapped out so early. The plan is to keep up with the pumping until I just can't stand it anymore, but good lord do I hate it. Glad to have some reliable back up in trusty ol' Enfamil.