This was an easy challenge for me . . . piece. of. cake.
I wish I could forget the Medela Symphony Breast Pump--and the majority of breastfeeding in general.
The above pictured apparatus is honestly all I remember about my first week home with Jackson, and that makes me very sad. His tongue-tie meant that he couldn't latch on property, forcing my dependence on this breast pump to give him breast milk. For almost 3 weeks, I "hooked up to the milker" instead of feeding my baby myself--out of guilt--every 3 hours around the clock. I knew deep down that this was not really working for anyone, but I continued out of guilt--I had convinced myself that I must breast feed my son--or else!
Now I know better--that the most important thing as long as nobody goes hungry--is to relax and enjoy one other during the precious, fleeting time. For our next child, I'm still unsure whether I will event attempt breastfeeding again. If I do, however, one thing is for certain: I will not rent one of these breast pumps, and if it doesn't work out, I will stop torturing myself--guilt-free!