I announce with the smallest sorrow and swelling pride that my breast pump died.
From the squish squish squish to a squish clink squish clink and finally clink clink thud.
It was a gift from my dear friend Sarah, she used with her little ones.
The headline could read: Working moms dedicated to delivering best nutrients and antibodies to infants prove to be too much for standard breast pump.
Never fear La Leche League members. The squish squish has not been silenced. I simply called the hospital and picked up a hospital grade pump. It is a Cadillac. I am pleased.
Funny the Ameda's untimely demise offered a sort of victory:
torture device 0, determined mom 1 (a big ONE)