Today we used up the last of our breastmilk supply. It’s sort of a sad milestone. I mainly stopped nursing a few months ago in order to handle chemo at work (yes, I hate you first year of fellowship). And now the meticulously pumped milk (which we had to buy an extra freezer for, and moved in dry ice from Boston) is gone.  I’m nursing my next child until they’re 8, just so you know.

The Last Bag