Hello, old friend

I finally pulled out the ol' breast pump. After Eli's good night of sleeping, it was prime time to pump all the extra milk my body had made over night. It's about time, especially if we decide to leave Eli with someone while we go to Chi's wedding in a few weeks.

Again, it was an act of the will and impending doom of being inseparable with the baby if I don't pull out the breast torture device, but this time without that unknown nervousness. It was challenging to find somewhere comfy and private in the house to pump since last time we were in the condo. And this time, I didn't want to pump in the bathroom! It all started coming back, putting the strange parts together and even having to decide the cycle and vacuum setting. But it all worked like clockwork and Eli has a bottle waiting for him sometime today.