|Way more flow than I had.|
With Indra, it was never a question. She was a planned homebirth and a whole lot more chill than a high-risk, twin pregnancy. I nursed her within moments of her arrival and had a sweet breastfeeding relationship. Going back to work with the pump in tow sucked, to say the least. I had no experience leaving a baby at three or four months and supplying their food while away. I did not know what to expect. The place I worked at the time was a highly corporate structure of a company with policies and procedures for EVERYTHING except breastfeeding mothers. I needed to obtain a doctors note to use my pump as a fucking prescription and to make the point that pumping was not a "break time" for me.
|Your policies can suck it, k?|
Sparreaux. I did not even think about getting a pump prior to Sparreaux's delivery. I knew I had about three months maternity leave and I did not really see why I would need a pump right away. Well, long story short- the day following her birth, my breasts were fucking boulders. Absolutely bulging with milk that my newborn baby was not up to the task of taking down. By the time I realized by dilemma, the medical supply store was fifteen minutes away from closing for the weekend. I called them in tears begging them to wait for Justin who was flying up there, the valiant breastfeeding advocate he is to procure a pump for me. I tearfully tried to hand express any milk I could but seriously, my breasts were so full that my nipples were virtually flat! Argh!
|I probably would have killed to use this. Looks almost steam punk.|
Returning to work was much better this time. I was at a new job in a small office with a boss who is very family-focused and friendly to breastfeeding moms and our needs. However, I did mention we are a small office so therefore there really is not a place to pump so it was in the bathroom with me. Given the change in circumstances and how supported I felt in helping my babe get the best food, I did not mind. It was super gross to go in there if someone had just taken a dump or something but other than that, it was not a bad deal. We have a little bench in there to hang out on and we ran a cord under the door to plug in my pump. Thanks to a co-workers absolute dismay that I did not know what a pumping bra was and demanded that I get one like right fucking now, I was able to pump hands-free.
|Before the pumping bra. See the thrill on my face? No? Oh yeah, it's not there!|
|Me, after the pumping bra. See how all of my stretch marks disappeared too? That is how amazing this thing is! *Disclaimer: this is not really me.|
|With a pumping bra anything is possible. I would totally NOT rake with a pump.|
|You can even stand around drinking alcohol and looking disinterested in a brick-walled studio apartment.|
|My job is pro-breastfeeding!!|
|Pumping milk for your baby makes you a rad mom!|