Decisions, decisions....

Today I stopped pumping.  I kind of thought there would be more pomp and circumstance surrounding this decision, but it was much more organic than that.  For the past few weeks, my milk supply has been diminishing, but being as stubborn as I am, I wouldn't give it up.  I was still waking up in the middle of the night (although Lily slept pretty much all the way through) to pump, and it wasn't until a friend suggested I just stop that I even considered it.  It was like I needed someone to validate that it was ok. 
Besides the middle of the night pump I was giving up, I still held strong 5-6 times throughout the day, including twice at work.  Work made it extremely easy and flexible for me to continue pumping, but I still had a hard time leaving meetings or excusing myself from work.  The last few weeks, I would end up wasting 20 minutes each session to only get close to half an ounce.  I kept convincing myself that any breast milk was better than none, which is probably true, but then I kept thinking about the time I was missing out on being with Lily.  I only have a couple hours with her in the morning, which usually consists of running around getting us ready for the day and about an hour at the end of the day before she falls asleep.  Wasting any of this time is not an option.  My time is worth more than the output of my pumping sessions.  She was thriving on the formula we were supplementing her with, and I was able to reach the goals I had set for myself: to make it through flu season and/or until she was 6 months old.  I lasted over seven months and am happy to say, she has had a very healthy infancy thus far.  I am not going to feel guilty about this decision, I think know it is the best option for both me and Lily.