...and I'm devastated.
It happened quite quickly. I'm in a bit of a shell-shock over the loss. I was aware we were having problems, but I thought we were working them out. I was trying to change...I THOUGHT they were working on their issues as well. I swear I was trying to foster the relationship. I was providing lots of water, increased calorie intake and twice daily fenugreek. Alas, one day they were here...the next...GONE...and they packed up and took their milk supply with them.
Our anniversary was coming up. We were to celebrate one year together in just 7 short weeks. I thought we were going to be a success story. I was wrong.
I'm trying to pick up the pieces. I'm trying to collect myself and make a plan. They've left behind some of their things, 2 lowly bags of frozen stock, that will last me about a week or two. It's time. I have to accept it. I have to welcome someone else into the picture. I just don't know if I'm ready (read HERE about my irrational fear).
As an act of defiance, I still lugged my pump to work with me today. I'm praying for a miracle. Stay tuned...........