Milk for your coffee?

by DaniGirl on February 18, 2005 · 5 comments

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It’s been almost a month since I’ve started back to work, and today is the first day my littlest one didn’t wake up in time for a morning milk before I left for work. Continuing to nurse him twice a day (once around 5 am and once before bed) has been surprisingly easy since I’ve gone back to work. I know he doesn’t really need to be nursed any more, but we’ve found a rhythm that’s working well for us so why tinker with it?

Nursing this baby has been a far different experience from nursing my first son. I hated nursing and persevered only because of sheer stubbornness. My nipples were cracked, blistered and bleeding for weeks, we got thrush, he had reflux and when he started having weight gain issues at four months, I had start supplementing with formula. Weaning was easy: by the age of 10 or 11 months, we were down to nursing only once a day, and he was pretty clear about when it was time to give it up entirely.

But my youngest is a boob man. He was close to seven months before I could convince him to even consider taking a bottle, despite regular attempts. “Gack, mommy, what are you doing? That pacifier is leaking into my mouth, get it out of here! I’m so traumatized by this experience that you must nurse me now!”

So back to today… The good news is, I got to sleep in. The bad news is, I now have more than 12 hours of milk supply built up to carry around with me. Not really a problem just now, but I’m a little worried about how things might be going at around 2 pm when I have a meeting with the director general. I’m pretty sure we’re long past the stage where I might spontaneously leak (oh, the joys of motherhood), but I brought my breast pump to work with me, just in case. Except, there is really nowhere private that I can pump. Doing it in my cube is not really an option. The executive boardroom has lovely comfy chairs, but it’s booked solid all day (too bad, there’s a nice big TV in there and I could have got my Dr Phil fix while I pumped.) I would do it in the washroom, but can only imagine what the person in the next stall would think when they heard the “whick-wheee, whick-wheee, whick-wheee” of the manual pump emanating from next door. Especially when it is accompanied by the “youch, youch” of trying to get a plastic pump properly latched on an overfull breast, followed by a grateful “ahhhhh” of relief and release. Maybe I could go into the Market at lunch time and accost random mothers pushing strollers, asking if they would mind if I borrowed their babies for just a couple of minutes. A kind of a random act of nursing. That’s not too weird, is it?

{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Ann D February 19, 2005 at 6:32 pm

This blog entry is hilarious — but I imagine it wasn’t too fun to live through! I imagine you were more grateful than usual to see your son at the end of the day.

2 Ella February 19, 2005 at 10:20 pm

I remember how awful missing a feed felt and wondering what I could do to relieve it. Entertaining thoughts of a random act of nursing just shows how much we need relief at times like that!

3 Danigirl February 21, 2005 at 1:01 am

Thanks, ladies. Luckily, I made it through the day leak-free. And yes, Ann, my little one got an extra feed that afternoon, which was fine with him too!
xo Dani

4 Suzanne February 21, 2005 at 2:03 am

There’s nothing quite like the whirr-whirr-whirr of a breast pump! At my work, we now have a private place where moms can pump, but before that it was your office (if you were lucky enough to have one) or the bathroom. Not exactly the quietest or cleanest place in the world! I’m glad you didn’t have to resort to that.
Found you through The Mother of All Blogs. Nice blog you have here!

5 yvonne February 21, 2005 at 7:43 pm

When I first returned to work after my third, I would “hide out” in my car pumping and hoping the lot attendant would not come to check on me. Deep into January in Ottawa, my breasts decided they were not too proud to suffer through the slurp, slop of an electric breast pump. Made me giggle to think that the others in the bathroom were wondering. Now add a giggle to the slurp, slop 🙂

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