My days can be measured by a series of beeps.
Beep, beep, beep. Time to pump.
Beep, beep, beep. Has it really been 2 hours already? Time to pump.
Hubby bought me this awesome watch (which makes me feel like I am the coolest 12 year old girl around!) so I can have an alarm to remind me to pump. Squirt only nurses first thing in the morning and then only takes about 10 minutes because there is so much milk after all night. Then I pump. And I pump, and I pump, and I pump. Every two hours until I go to bed. The good thing is I am making enough to feed her all day long, and I even have about 12 ounces left over every night. And I get to read my book while I am pumping--because what else can I do? It is hard to read a book in 10 minute increments. And my leg falls asleep every time! But I pump. Squirt is thriving on it. And I am not stressed out because I know my baby is getting enough food.
Oops--I am being summoned by the beep, beep, beep. Time to pump.