During the wee hours of the morning, when the sky was still dark and the neighborhood was quiet, when all in the house were asleep except for me, I quietly assembled the device. Some components were small attaching to some that were large. I attached the power source and connected the tubing. I tested all of the connections for tightness. Then I attached the device to my skin. A torture device.

Or so it seemed and yet it offered relief.

And I quickly realized that I must be one strange duck to have such a cinematic, spy-like experience while getting ready to pump breast milk.