pump & work
Pumping though not so much. I am ready to be liberated from this torturous device. Yes, I am thankful. I am thankful that these modern tools exist to help working moms maintain their nursing supply. I am thankful that I was able to nurse Henry through my goal of one year and I must give this darn Medela "Pump and Go in Style" a pat on the back for being a team player. But we have seven weeks left and then I am hanging this bag up or perhaps smashing it in the driveway! Seven more weeks of feeling isolated, alone, and inconvenient. Since September, I have missed out on making connections with my colleagues because I am connected to the Mother's Room. Instead of lunch in the cafeteria, I have lunched too often in this room on the floor between frantic meetings and extra help sessions. I have had to use bathrooms, classrooms, bus stops, and first aid offices at museums and amusement parks in order to balance this awkward work-life dilemma. Too many coworkers became privy to this existence as they questioned why I spent so much time in the nurse's office and if there was a medical issue I was facing this year. Too many coworkers asked why they never saw me anymore. It was a hard year.
A whirlwind of a year on so many levels, I am left trying to compartmentalize this turbulent and jubilant time. But, the one thing that remains constant is my excitement for June 5 and the big, fat sayonara I will bid to you, Medela...until baby #2.