Little black bag

As a working full time nursing mom my best friend for the first year of Evans life is my little black bag. For those who do not know what is inside I'll tell you. It is my Madella in style breastpump. I do not leave the house without it Monday thru Friday. It comes with much responsibility. I no longer get to enjoy lunch breaks with the rest of my co-workers but instead gulp down lunch in about ten minutes after spending 15-20 minutes pumping in a little room in the back of the building with a complimentary "Do not disturb" sign given by my employer. Thank you Eaton. Along with that I spend my two 10 minute breaks one in the morning and one in the afternoon doing the same thing. Pumping. I am very grateful that I work for a company that allows and provides a nice clean and private place for me to do this. Not all companies do. Thanks again to Eaton. I wash bottles and pumping parts in the dishwasher and parts for the most part, are all over the kitchen. Thanks goes to my husband and kids for their understanding and the ability to ignore. Logan who just turned 3 thinks that pumping is ever so cool. She will give me an update on the process. "Almost full" I hear from her. And she is well aware that this is her little brothers main source of food. Does it sound like a lot of work? Well, it is but when you look at how healthy Evan looks there is no other answer for me. I find it amazing that my body can produce a food that sustains his little life and gives him what he needs. He is turning 8 months old in a couple of days and 1 year is just around the corner and I will be bag free! I will be able to be gone out of the house for more than 4 hours without worrying about getting home to feed or pump. Did I mention Evan is also cutting teeth? He has two on the bottom and they are very sharp. Ouch!!! Luckily he is not a biter. I also will no longer have to endure the moo sounds coming from the next desk over at work. The ladies are real understanding, one of them went out and bought a cute little cow toy. Stress reliever I thought for those really tough days. But, no that is not what it is for. The other day I got up from my seat and grabbed my little black bag and said I will be right back and then I heard it.. A moo coming from my desk area. On my seat when I came back was a little black and white cow. Now every time I get up that cute little cow goes MOO !!!! Now everyone knows where I am going and what I am doing. At least for another 4 months. I know I should be rejoicing in the fact that it is almost over. But he is my last and I want to enjoy every last bit of it. Or even bite of it. Soon he will be running around the house chasing and fighting with his siblings. Where or where does the time go?