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!"
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