Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I need to get organized
Ran late this am. Took a train I don't normally take. Headphones in, fumbling for makeup, putting makeup on. I see a good looking guy sit next to me. Day looking up. Out of the corner of my eye I see the guy give me a semi-smile and starts to say something. How awkward. I am a married woman after all. I turn to look at him and momentarily wonder why he is holding a breast shield. The horror sets in.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Thank Goodness for breast friends
I work in a predominantly female company so at any given time someone is pregnant or breastfeeding. The shower room in the ladies' bathroom is the designated pumping room. There's no ventilation and it's not particularly clean but it has a chair*, an outlet and magazines. Mostly, it's not a bathroom stall and has a lock so that's nice. I'm lucky enough to have an office so I usually pump here with a sign on the door saying, "Conference call" and a chair in front of it in case someone loses their mind and wants to come in.
This rotation of breastfeeding friends is a good one. There are 4 of us, well, 3 now since K weened but she's still so helpful. The other 2 are second-time mommas so I am really fortunate to have them in my circle of friends. And they are all very open about their experiences. One of them is an exclusive pumper like me so I am especially fortunate.
The nice thing about being so close is that when you forget your supplies, when I forget my supplies I should say, I can always count on them for help. I forgot a set of bottles last week and J had a spare. What a good idea! I was able to borrow hers and not have to buy $10 bottles at the pharmacy. Also, I'd like to thank the makers of microwave sterilization bags.
*The room had a bench that was secured to the floor on the other side of the room from the outlet so our cords don't reach. For some reason, years of pumping mommas have been bringing extension cords, using batteries, sitting on the floor or standing. Why no one thought to ask the office manager for a chair I'm not sure. The week I starting pumping I thought to myself, "This is stupid. We need a chair." I requested a chair and the materials manager said no one had ever requested one. Which brings me to a subject I could go on and on about called, "Mommas' Rights." or "I'm the Sole Provider of Nutrition for a Human Being, Give Me Some Respect!"
This rotation of breastfeeding friends is a good one. There are 4 of us, well, 3 now since K weened but she's still so helpful. The other 2 are second-time mommas so I am really fortunate to have them in my circle of friends. And they are all very open about their experiences. One of them is an exclusive pumper like me so I am especially fortunate.
The nice thing about being so close is that when you forget your supplies, when I forget my supplies I should say, I can always count on them for help. I forgot a set of bottles last week and J had a spare. What a good idea! I was able to borrow hers and not have to buy $10 bottles at the pharmacy. Also, I'd like to thank the makers of microwave sterilization bags.
*The room had a bench that was secured to the floor on the other side of the room from the outlet so our cords don't reach. For some reason, years of pumping mommas have been bringing extension cords, using batteries, sitting on the floor or standing. Why no one thought to ask the office manager for a chair I'm not sure. The week I starting pumping I thought to myself, "This is stupid. We need a chair." I requested a chair and the materials manager said no one had ever requested one. Which brings me to a subject I could go on and on about called, "Mommas' Rights." or "I'm the Sole Provider of Nutrition for a Human Being, Give Me Some Respect!"
Pulling my hair out.
Kinda tired of being the textbook case for pregnancy and postpartum. I would say that I'm pulling my hair out but I don't need to. When will it stop falling out?! Seriously, this is becoming alarming. Every shower leaves a handful of hair in the tub. A week's worth I'd say. I have less than 1/2 the hair I used to have. I can't even wind it in a bun anymore. And what's left isn't attractive. It's coarse, sticking out everywhere and just shabby. I keep thinking bugs are crawling on me but it's just hair randomly falling out and floating onto my arm. My husband doesn't notice these things but I've been telling him about it. I don't think he understood until we had a family shower the other day (Yes, it was super cute and fun) and he saw all the hair sticking to me and gathering in the drain screen. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed. "There's a chunk of your hair on your back!" Thanks Hon. :/ Meh.
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