Oh my the world must be coming to an end, I get to write in my blog 2 DAYS IN A ROW.
I am a pumping mother. It is a messy affair, between the leaking, the dripping and lugging containers of milk from work to home. For a person who is a total clutz this is a challenge. Today while pumping, and on a call there was a very vivid image in my mind. I could totally see the container of milk flying across the room while trying to maipulate my laptop, the phone, and the pump. The best part is that even though this did not happen to me today, it is inevitable.
I just want it out there that I am a committed mother. And the way I am living my life, it could very well turn out that I become a mother who is committed, like in the place where the staff wear all white.
I must go and sit with my screming toddler who is mad to be eating O’s all by himself, which he is repeating over and over again.
2 responses so far ↓
1 tara // Sep 27, 2006 at 6:38 am
This post reminds me of when I had to pump at work. The company I worked for set aside an office for me , as a kind of lactation room I guess.
The problem was that despite the fact the door was locked, and I had posted a sign, those members of management with a key, undoubtedly would unlock the door, begin to barge in and look up horrified to see me pumping breast milk!! It was unnerving but funny too.
2 Kristina // Sep 27, 2006 at 9:09 pm
I was home the year I nursed Charlie—-it was something still watching that pump “milk” me. Your day sounds like ours feel too often! things potentially knocked all over (today it was coffee dripping on a new shirt, books, the car) and then Upset Child at the end of it so that one (the mother) eats dinner at 10pm…… You should see me when I am teaching—the dry erase markers are forever rolling off the table and today I managed to bang my upper left chest—yes, right there—on a wooden desk housing a classroom computer, in front of the entire class. Despite a strong sensation of pain, I just could not say “I banged my breast” in front of 25 college students and carried on….
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