Pumping and Donating ( a rant )

I need a hug

Not a shrug

I need strength and fortitude amongst the many struggles of this solitude journey of pumping milk

The eternal energy it takes is extremely exhausting, everywhere

I turn, it seems so lonely im stuck inside most days chained to a pump

Endless days.

Endless nights

Dealing with ignorant

and Entitled women who flake out then become passive-aggressive when I choose

to donate to someone else .

Im through

I’ll just pump and dump then its my choice to choose dont make me feel ashamed

I put in all the efforts , dealt with mastitis , thrush antibiotics!

If i choose to donate to your baby show me respect and occasionally surprise me with chocolates or tea hell even gatorade .