It’s an icy cold winters night. It is just after 2am. All that can be heard in our home, aside from subtle hum of sleep – is the “brrrrrr, brrrrrr, brrrrrr” of my breastpump. I am pumping to make up enough milk for Daniel for school the next day. We are still exclusively breastfeeding. It is so much pressure. I ended up sitting up for an hour – sobbing while I pumped. I don’t want to do this anymore I thought, feeling so sorry for myself. (more…)