Ouch!

I stopped pumping 2 days ago. The time I was spending doing it, compared to what I was getting out wasn't worth it anymore. It sometimes would take me 2 or 3 times (1/2 hr each) to make one bottle. He's now eating 6-7 oz at a time. So its taking me longer as he's eating more. Im tired of wearing a bra to bed, tired of being strapped to the pump. I do feel a little guilty and disapointed in myself for not continuing. I didnt think I would be. But I keep telling myself that all the time Im sticking him in his swing because Im pumping, I could be playing with him. The first night my girls were so sore that I went to bed with an ice pack in each pocket of my nursing bra. Ouchhhh! Every time I held the baby, Id hold him away from me like he had the plague so he wouldn't touch them or kick them, or even look at them. When we were going to bed I warned Steve not to come near me. I told him to stay on his own side and don't even spoon me,or put his arm around me or anything. An elbow to the left one might paralyze me. It was that painful. Yesterday it was still pretty bad. They were so full, I bet I coulda filled a 5 gallon bucket. When I fed the baby, Id nuzzle him in my arm pit and burped him sitting up still so he wouldn't touch them. No ice packs, but I took Motrin throughout the day. Today is a little better. Still sore, but defiantly getting better. Thank Goodness!