This marks the end to an era. An era filled with lots of late nights and early mornings. You have helped me provide sustenance for my babies and also listened to my complaints in the middle of the night when no one else was there. I am grateful for the time you helped me extract milk from my chapped and sore boobs at 2am, 4am and sometimes 6am.
We had some laughs and some tears (mostly tears). And after 5 years of being inseparable you have also suffered some battle wounds. Not wounds like the ones I have such as saggy boobs, wrinkly tummy and the soul ripped out of you but some cracks and tape barely keeping you together. You are basically a metaphor for my current life.
While it may hurt you to tell you this, I am beyond relieved to be done after what felt like an eternity of being physically attached to you. So without further adieu, FUCK OFF MEDELA! 👋✌👏
