I'd been quietly removing a pump each day, trying to regulate my nervy system (& boobies) into not pumping anymore.
Breastfeeding/pumping/mixed feeding comes with so much extra baggage as the Mother of the Vampire, no matter how logically you think about it, it still hits you in your worthiness centre sore spots.
The Master, Louie, is no longer a Vampire and this was his last bottle of my breast milk.
My baby is no longer a "newborn" we made it to 12 weeks.
And so, marks the end of my breastfeeding/milking journey.
