Day Thirty-Two: Pump

This is part of a creative project called 100 Word, 100 Days. In this project I’ll be writing a 100 word piece about my experience as a new mother every day for 100 days. Read more here.

I’ve avoided it as much as possible. But if I’m to go anywhere without my daughter, I have to pump.

My husband has been urging me to pump for weeks now. He wants me to have more freedom. He also wants to feed her. It’s unfair of me to keep that from him.

But I resist and will only pump when necessary. Pumping isn’t awful. But it’s a little dull and a little irritating. Pumping offers no cheeks to stroke, no gazes to meet. What incentive is independence and equality in our relationship when I’ll miss out on nursing her?