Monday, April 12, 2010

Technology, Mothering, and Breast Pumps, Oh My!

As I sit here typing, I'm technically playing hooky from work. Unfortunately, the only reason I'm not at work is because I had to rush to my son's school in between jobs to pick him up. Alas, the poor lad vomited at school. I had no qualms about missing work. I suppose it goes to show that no matter what, I am a mother first, and professor second.

That being said, I sort of have to laugh at how I have to incorporate my mothering duties into my professional gigs. I've breast-fed all three of my kids. I'm used to it; I think it's much easier than making a bottle, and must cheaper, too. Additionally, it's better for the kids: body, mind, and [arguably] soul.

At any rate, I have to pump my breasts at each of the colleges I work at. I'm sure if I approached any one of my bosses about finding a suitable location to do such, they would grant me access to some small coat closet or dingy janitor's room to perform my lactation rituals. Alas, I am too much of a baby myself to even ask them. Sorry, but something about approaching my big, burly boss man at college A, or even my passive, ultra quiet boss dude at job B is just too overwhelming for me. I think if once I mention the B-word in front of either of these two guys, that's all they are going to think of me when we run into each other in the hall. Like, hey, there goes boob-pumping lady. What's her name again? Damn, her boobies are big...is she leaking? What is that?

So, I've resorted to pumping in the john. Yes, nasty, I know. Not the most cleanly of spots to be preparing my beloved infant's meals. I've had many a malfunction...dropping bottles and breast shields into the no (wo)man's land of bathroom floors. Icck... But, what do I do? A woman I met told me she used to sit in her car, drape a coat over her chest, and pump in the college parking lot. It's far too cold for that here in mid-Michigan.

As I sit here, waxing poetic about pumping and waiting for my son to purge in the bucket, I can't help but think how far I have come.

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