Bye, bye, breastmilk

My breastfeeding/pumping experience Eli was frustrating to say the least. I don't even remember how I ended up with a dozen or so "planks" of my breastmilk in the freezer but I did. Did I forget to feed it to Eli? Did he not like it and we just went to plentiful formula? Was I saving it for a rainy day?

Well, I just non-chalantly placed them in the garbage to make room for my latest routine grocery run. I know there are milk banks and lots of women who need the milk but that milk is most likely a year old (and of course, being busier/lazier with the second child, I didn't bother dating the bags). There isn't half as much love lost with this breastmilk as with the first ounce I ever had to throw out that Tobey didn't finish according to "breastmilk storage rules".

Throwing it out just means it's the end of an era, an era that technically ended last May anyway, but, like with our own spoiled food in the fridge, something that I am emotionally detached from and finally sure I will never use again.