This is right along the lines of a TMI FRIDAY post, hurrah! We’re going to end Tales from the Trenches week and World Breastfeeding Month with my own lovely tales of pumping in the days of yore.
And oh were they fun. (I laughed, I cried…I’d say ‘it was better than Cats’ but I already used that reference once this week).
First of all, like someone commented earlier this week, I too had a preemie the first time around and so pumping was really the only thing I could do for him while he was in the NICU and so I pumped feverishly. It became my job.
Every 2 hours on the hour and after I pumped for a 1/2 hour, I half-awakenly schlepped my bottles to the NICU all through the night, fell asleep for an hour and arose to pump again. I even stayed at the hospital after they discharged me, too, so I wouldn’t really have to leave him. Around the clock, I pumped. And I pumped and I pumped, until he was allowed to come out of the isolette for me to nurse him.
Even after he got home, I pumped just trying to keep my milk going nicely and also if I was leaving him for any reason (to get my raggedy hair done or to go to the grocery store because I never strayed far) I’d pump to leave a bottle with him in case he got hungry before I returned.
After that, I pumped in the following places: my car when my husband was driving, the back of the car parked in the mall parking lot, a parking lot outside of a nightclub (before my first night out post-baby), the hotel during my sister’s wedding, oh they were good memories! I always carried a cooler with ice with me and I had my portable pump with car adapter and/or battery pack.
But the best memory I have was after my 4 year old was born and we had the darnedest time nursing. I was crying because breastfeeding wasn’t going so well and my cracked bleeding nippies were angry with me. I was about to give up and was getting ready to pump, and my husband, who wanted to ease my suffering (i.e. make me laugh), grabbed the pump, lifted his shirt and put the openings on himself and turned it on.
Let me tell you, it sealed right to his chest, both nips, right away, it just clamped on there and as his tiny man-nippies started stretching because the pump was pumping, and he began to howl sounds I’ve never heard before because they were sealed he couldn’t get them off. He was yelling, “Turn it off! Turn it off!” but I was howling with laughter so hard that he had to figure out how to turn it off himself (I guess it worked, it did make me laugh!)
I started laughing this week just thinking about him screaming with the pump on his manboobs and I told him I was posting this. (Seriously, how could I not? It’s 4 years later, it’s time.)
Anyway, I wanted to spotlight pumping because it’s one of those many things that many moms do that really is part of the Tales from the Trenches of motherhood. Nursing is one thing but pumping always comes with tales of people walking in on you, that distinct sound it makes… I could always tell when my sister was calling me while pumping from work (– she had a hands-free!) But I could always hear the sound in the background. Once she was pumping in the conference room and had locked it, so of course when they were trying to unlock it, they called maintenance over the PA system while she sat in there shirtless waiting for people to burst through the doors — sometimes it’s torture!
But it makes for the best stories…
What I love is that after the multiple walk-ins my sister had, she found signs for her door at work. I don’t remember what kind she has, but I didn’t know they made them at all, did you?
So you can ward them off before they get there… (There are also ones with cows.)
Before I go — HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SISTER! (Completely unrelated to this post, but since we’re talking about her! I love you!)
Anyhoo – to round out Tales from the Trenches, Bebe au Lait, one of my favorites of all time (I have two nursing covers from them that I bought and love) is sponsoring a giveaway for one of their nursing covers! Only because I wanted to give away one of my (already) favorite things – and no other reason. Except for perhaps that it’s World Breastfeeding Month and why not celebrate that too.
All you have to do is leave a comment below with your nursing, feeding, pumping story or memories or if you’re looking forward to making some. You’ll be entered to win your choice of nursing cover, which is the perfect gift for any baby shower if you’re not the one who’d use it! You can use it for pumping, nursing, what have you!
Closes Friday night AUGUST 17 11:59p.m. ET, winner picked shortly after.
ps. Foto Friday returns next week! Pps. Total recaps of BlogHer coming next week too!
Disclosure: I was NOT compensated for this post, Bebe au Lait is one of my favorite products, that is all. Opinions all my own. The end.
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