Breast pumps for sale

Yes, that’s plural. *hangs head in shame*

When I found out BFing was just not going to work for us and I had to exclusively pump, I may have gone a little nuts.

I currently have 3 pumps in my possession. My trusty medela (from my previous pregnancy), a Spectra S1 and an Ardo medical Calypso Double Pump.

The two that I am selling are the barely-used Spectra S1 (I think I pumped a grand total of 5-10 times with it) and a never-used Ardo.

I’m selling the Spectra S1 for $75 and the Ardo for $200.


The Spectra is a closed system and is safe to be used by multiple users. It will come with the tubing and tote bag but no other accessories as that would be unhygienic.!products/cjg9


The Ardo comes with Calypso breast pump, 2 pump sets with flanges (26 mm and 31 mm), 2 breast flange inserts (28 mm), 2 Opt flow 26 mm, brush for cleaning, bottle holder, AA battery compartment, power adapter, 2 lip valves (spare part), breastfeeding bag complete with cooling bag, cooling elements, 6 milk bottles and Amaryl operating lever.

Email me at if you’re interested and feel free to forward this to anyone who might be.



For Zeke

I miss you every day. 

Not a day has gone by that you haven’t crossed my mind.

Some times it’s just a fleeting thought. 

Other times, like today, Rememberance Day, it’s a longer, more emotional reflection.  

I wish I could see you become the wonderful man I’m sure you would have been. 

Mommy misses you so much my sweet boy. 

October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month

Hey guys,

If you have a Facebook or Twitter, consider using this twibbon to change your profile picture to #pinkandblue, to help raise awareness for pregnancy and infant loss, for the entire duration of the month of October. You can access the link by clicking on the picture below.

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3 months and updates!

I know I’ve been neglecting you dearly my blogger friends.

Every day, I wake up with the best of intentions and then the day just gets away from me. These first few months, time feels like sand slipping through my fingers. It’s going by way too fast.

So here are all the things happening in my life.

He started Pre-K earlier this month. It’s been a challenging adjustment for us all. He’s been doing remarkably well and seems to be enjoying himself. However, he has recently hit a brick wall of exhaustion from the cumulative loss of sleep due to his new school schedule, and when he’s home we’re all suffering from it. He’s become a real pill. These are the days where in my mind I’m saying: “I love you but I really don’t like you right now,” and desperarely want to follow up bedtime with: “one alcohol please!”

Reflux, Breastfeeding & Weight gain
I won’t lie. There have been many tears involved with this one. Last time I updated you guys we were dealing with some weight gain issues which we assumed were due to his reflux. Turns out, it may not have been the reason after all. Zantac seemed to help for a while but he still wasn’t gaining weight and having a couple days here and there with bad spitting. So we changed him to Prevacid. That did the trick and calmed his spit-up. After three consecutive days with zero spit-up, I was so excited to weigh him, expecting a stellar weight gain. Instead, I was severely disappointed (and worried) to see he has only gained 2 oz in 10 days. I started to suspect the problem was with breastfeeding. I called my lactation consultant and she talked me through a game plan to see if we could pinpoint the exact issue. First, she had me pump for a full day to make sure it wasn’t a supply issue. 24oz later, though I’m no cow, my supply is fine. Next, we weighed him after the full day of bottle-feeding. Nice weight jump, which rules out milk quality issues. Phew! Next we weaned him from the nipple shield and started to do weighted feeds. Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner. The problem is a milk-transfer issue. The milk is there but for some reason, Theo can’t access enough of it. After attempting to trouble shoot with two different LCs, I was referred to a speech therapist at my local hospital to do a feeding evaluation. I can’t even begin to tell you how I had pinned my hopes and dreams on this appointment being able to “fix” our problem. Unfortunately/Fortunately, Theo aced that exam. His mouth looks great (no ties) and his suck/swallow pattern is fine. But, he clearly gets frustrated at the breast because he wants more milk and can’t get it. He’s expending too many calories nursing and not taking in enough. We leave that appointment with a recommendation to stop nursing and to bottle feed. That made for a heartbroken mama, who fought tooth and nail for breastfeeding to work so that I wouldn’t end up exactly where I am now, chained to a pump like a dairy cow.
I’m quickly reaching that point where my sanity and my family is suffering from it and I’m preparing to start dropping pumps soon-ish and move on to formula.

He’s 3 months old today. What?! When did he get so big??? He’s so wonderful. He’s just the happiest, smiliest boy. He’s an amazing sleeper and I’m one blessed and proud mom. Not much else to say about him. He’s worth every ounce of anxiety and fear to have him here.

Outside of family, life has been a bit stressful recently. Finances have become very tight temporarily and that makes things awfully stressful. We’ve made some pretty big decisions as a result, one of which involves moving. But instead of focusing on the bad of leaving the only home I’ve ever known (New York City), I’m focusing on the silver lining (building my dream house).

That’s pretty much it. Hugs to everyone!

8 weeks old + reflux

Time for an update. I cannot believe my little man is 8 weeks old today! 

Life has been really good overall. 

Theo started smiling a week and a half ago and each smile feels like a beautiful gift.

He also sleeps like a champ. We consistently get a 6 hour stretch, followed by a 3-4 hour one. So no complaints there. 

The biggest hurdle we’re facing has been reflux. Man was I lucky to not have to deal with it with my first. 

Theo is what they call a “happy spitter” in that his reflux doesn’t seem to cause him too much discomfort. We were hoping to avoid medications as his liver had already worked overtime to clear the Jaundice. Unfortunately, the reflux has interfered with his weight gain so we had to start him on Zantac. Zantac has definitely improved the amount of spit up but he’s still struggling to gain weight. He went from 8 lbs. 5 oz. to 8 lbs. 7 oz. in 8 days. Clearly that’s not enough weight. Once we started him on the Zantac he went up to 8 lbs. 10 oz. five days later. Then he lost some of that weight during the week after several bad spit up incidents and regained the weight by Monday. 

We swapped out the Zantac for an alcohol free version and hopefully he keeps that down a little bit better as alcohol can be an irritant. Otherwise, we now have a prescription for Prevacid if he doesn’t start gaining weight faster.

Wish us some good weight gain before his next appointment in two weeks!

Would you…

Share a picture of you bloody breastmilk on Facebook? 

A friend of my husband’s did and to be perfectly honest I was horrified. 

I’m all for sharing beautiful and tasteful breastfeeding photos. 

But bloody breast milk? Um no thanks. 😷

Warning: controversial post ahead

Okay. I have something I need to get off my chest.

It physically hurts my heart when I see women beat themselves for needing/using formula to feed their kiddos.

Formula is not evil. You’re not condemning your child to a sub-par adult life by giving them formula.

With the right nurturing and a lot of love, I can assure you, your child will thrive, no matter what he was fed as a baby.

I’m not arguing against the “breast is best” slogan, because clearly breastmilk is generally the perfect food for your child. However, the proper slogan should be: “feeding your child is best”.

Mamas, please, I implore you, do what you need to do to stay sane and happy and to keep your little ones safe and healthy.

Always remember:


Never a dull moment

One of the things you are told about a newborn is to keep them away from too many people (especially kids) until 6 wks when they’ve had their first round of shots to avoid illness.

Practical advice. 

Except when you have a toddler at home, who brings home a cold. And despite your best effort at hand-washing and separation, gives it to your newborn. 

Yep. That happened. 

It landed us in the ER on Friday night and earned us an overnight hospital stay for observation. 

Theo started coughing. He coughed so hard he could not catch his breath and his lips started to turn blue. With some whacks on the back from me, he eventually cleared his airways. Off to the ER we went. After 5 hours of observations and no repeat incident, they prepared our discharge instructions. Just as we were preparing to leave, Theo had a repeat incident and the ER doctor decided to admit us for observation. 

Needless to say, it was a very long, very sleepless night. Fortunately, I was able to get ahold of my nanny to watch my toddler so that my husband could come to the hospital in the morning to relieve me so that I could go home and catch a few hours of much needed sleep. 

We were discharged late afternoon yesterday and he had a great night at home last night. No scary coughing incidents. 

Now I’m enjoying some much needed snuggles with my little man.  


A big update post

I’m so overdue to update you guys! Life has been wonderfully crazy these last three weeks. Someone told my husband that having one child is like having one child, but having two children is like having ten. They are not wrong! It’s been a big adjustment for all of us, and especially for my toddler who all of a sudden realized he’s no longer the center of attention. As you can imagine, that did not go well. He loves his little brother to pieces (which is awesome) but is finding all sorts of ways to act out.

Mix 1 part misbehaving toddler, 1 part newborn, and 2 parts overtired parents. Get one big houseful of crazy.

But like I said, wonderfully crazy!

Anyway, let me go back to our first days at the hospital which did not go quite as expected.
The evening of Theo’s birth, my pediatrician came to visit us with some news. Our son tested Coombs positive. What is this Coombs test you ask? Good question. I had the same one for my doctor, as I had never heard of this before. Barebones explanation: Mom and baby’s blood types are incompatible, causing HDN (hemolytic disease of the newborn) which manifests with severe neonatal jaundice and anemia. Fun! Not. In our case, I’m O+ and Theo is A+. Anyway, my pediatrician proceeded to warn me that there was a high likelihood that Theo would need to go into the CCN (Continuing Care Nursery – one step down from the NICU and another new term I got to learn) and spend the remainder of our stay at the hospital (48 hours) under the bili lights.

Sure enough, at 5am the following day, the nurse came to tell me that Theo had been placed under the blue lights and would have to stay there. We needed to go to him for feedings every 2-3 hours and he only had 30 min before he needed to be placed back under the lights. Cue hormonal crying. So for the next 2 days, my husband and I diligently made our way to the CCN every few hours and spent as much time as possible with our newborn before we had to be separated again. It sucked.

But we made it through and Theo and I were discharged together thanks to the best advice I ever got from my pediatrician and one I’m absolutely intent on sharing here! If your child is Coombs positive, jaundiced and you are intent on BFing, start pumping immediately to establish your supply, freeze your milk (bonus – I now have a good freezer stash), and give your baby formula until he has fully cleared the jaundice. Yep. You read that right. Feed your baby all formula! Why? First – Because the only way for newborns to clear bilirubin is to pee and poop them out, it’s important they eat consistently early on (if you’ve ever nursed a newborn, you know that it can generally take a few days to find a good groove and for your milk to come in). Second – Breastmilk inhibits the breakdown of bilirubin (something we have first hand experience with now since as soon as I resumed nursing his bili levels shot back up :( ).

It took a full 10 days to clear the jaundice and as of last Tuesday, Theo is back to 100% breastmilk with no signs of it returning and gaining weight like a champ. Happy dance!

So that updates you on all things Theo.

Moving on – Breastfeeding.
A long time ago, I wrote a post where I briefly mentioned that there was no love lost between me and nursing. I don’t like it. Mostly because it hurts. With my toddler, I lasted two weeks before switching to exclusively pumping because I couldn’t take another day of toe curling pain. Everyone, told me so much pain was not normal, so I sought out the help of an LC who looked at us and said she saw no problem with his latch and that I was properly hyper-sensitive. I needed to give it time for them to “toughen up”. Yeah… right.
This time around I was a little more determined to make it work. Of course, whenever you set your mind to something, life has a habit of throwing you some curveballs. Theo’s and my nursing relationship got off to a rocky start since I had to bottle feed him so early on. Then when I was allowed to start nursing, he took to the breast with no problem, but his latch… owwwwwww. So I called an LC (NOT the same one as last time) and during her visit she got Theo to properly latch and OMG! It’s true! Breastfeeding isn’t supposed to hurt! (insert angry thoughts at prior LC who told me my nipples just had to “toughen up”).
Of course, because things can never stay smooth sailing for long, that night I got a plugged duct and in my desperation to get it cleared, I didn’t pay as much attention to the latch as I should have. I ended up developing mastitis (nothing will make you want to give up on breastfeeding like mastitis) and for the life of me, can’t get Theo to latch correctly again. So back to pumping I go, occasionally nursing him. I’ve hit my maximum nipple pain threshold and have the magic LC coming to visit again tomorrow. Hopefully, she can get me past this hurdle. And if not, well, I’ll be back to EPing for at least 12 weeks and then depending on my supply (and how much time it takes away from my toddler), I’ll either keep going or switch to formula. Luckily, I have zero problem with formula so I’m not super depressed or conflicted about it.

If the last three weeks have taught me anything, it’s that:

“Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be”

Read more:  Doris Day – Que Sera Sera Lyrics | MetroLyrics

That’s it for now and I’ll try to update more consistently from now on! Love to all <3