Saying Goodbye

I had to write my breast pump a Dear John letter today. It was hard. It's been such a cute little constant companion, I might just miss it. OR NOT.

Dear BP,

 You and I have become really close these last 10 months. But all good things must come to an end and now is the time for us to part. We've had some nice times, you and me. Always a constant companion by my bedside. Always faithful, consistent, non complaining. Your little motor always a pleasant little hum at all hours of night and day. I love your compact size, spiffy back pack style. We've taken some good trips, spent some time in many a dressing room stall, car, or office. You're much less awkward than those big hospital rental things. Will you ever forgive me for using one of those first? I was naive and didn't know any better.

You never minded sharing half  of me with a baby, always trying to be the better sucker when it came to getting milk. Not that it was a contest or anything. You saved me from many a time of having mastitis and for that I will be forever grateful. 

It's not you, it's me. Other things have come into my life. Things called solids and baby teeth. The latter consists of little razor sharp things that are not conducive to one as sensitive as I. The other consists of fruits, vegetables, rice, cheese, yogurt, etc. And the demand for them is going up, so therefore, the demand for you must come down. Interest from the twinners is waning and so our relationship needs to come to an end. But not to worry, this is not goodbye for good, merely a parting for a period of time. I'll keep you tucked away until you hear the sweet crying of another newborn and then you and I can reestablish our relationship.

Until then thanks for you undying devotion and ability to always suck it up and get to work when I needed you.

love,

Wifethereof