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
Dealing with ignorant
and Entitled women who flake out then become passive-aggressive when I choose
to donate to someone else .
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 .