Recently, my group chat and I celebrated the return of Ashley's hospital grade rental pump. "Adieu!" she texted victoriously. I was the first among the four of us to pump, and I indoctrinated poor Ash seven years ago, when she walked into my living room for a baby visit while I was on some hormonal high of immodesty, pumping away. Her kindness could not hide the horror on her face. Fast forward several years and eight babies among us four working-mom friends, and Ashley's own rental Symphony was a staple on our (child-free!!!) girls' trip this past fall. Ash boldly pumped everywhere we went, including on a hike, in the car, and on the plane. Goodbye, friend.