I was blessed to spend a full 8 weeks at home with both of my babies after they were born. When I was home with my baby boy, my husband still took my three-year-old daughter to daycare so my son and I could have that special time for us. I was proud to nurse him through his six-week growth spurt with no formula. Every ounce he gained was because of me.
When I went back to work, I had to pump twice a day. At first, it was exciting to pump. It was amazing to me that my body could produce so much milk. After a few months, it wasn’t exciting anymore. I had to remind myself every time I pumped that this was for my son, and that my milk was something only I could give him. My milk had benefits for his whole life, which was more important than taking a break with my friends. I am so thankful for the support I had at work. I had a private place to pump and a boss that understood how important breastfeeding was to me. My co-worker had a baby a few months after me and was also breastfeeding. We supported each other through that first year.
It isn’t easy to work and breastfeed. Expressing breastmilk for my baby was a selfless act of love.