Confession #35: Without fail, every time I've had to wash my pump parts in the office, a male co-worker has inevitably walked by and struck up a conversation.
Confession #36: For weeks I have been storing my breastshields in the refrigerator between pumping sessions; and for weeks I have been looking for an opportunity to use the phrase, I'll take two frosty cold breastshields please.
Confession #37: On top of all the other shit I've forgotten, today I forgot to pack bottles. Will be pumping into breastmilk storage bags that I keep in my desk for emergencies...
Have you missed my confessions? Just think, one day very soon, when I'm a SAHM, I won't have anything left to confess!!
Showing posts with label Confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Confessions. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Confessions: Week 16 & 17
Confession #33: I forgot to wear nursing pads yesterday. The experience was...moist...to say the least. Upon realizing there were some disposable nursing pads in my pump bag (thank you, Casey!), I suddenly remembered why I switched to cloth shortly after Lulu was born. The disposables are so bulky and gross, but better than leaking through my shirt at the office!
Confession #34: Belted shirts and dresses are not compatible with breast pumping. I found that out last week. Twice. Am I brilliant or am I brilliant?
Confession #34: Belted shirts and dresses are not compatible with breast pumping. I found that out last week. Twice. Am I brilliant or am I brilliant?
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Confessions: Week 14 & 15
Confession #30: (More of a plug) Medela nipple cream, WHERE have you been all of my breastfeeding life?
Confession #31: Wednesday was the first time in two weeks that I was able to get in all three of my pumping sessions while at work. It was glorious. I don't know how you twice-a-dayers do it. Hats off to you!
Confession #32: Sometimes while doing my breast compressions, I accidentally squeeze the skin inside the breast shield, and it makes a farting noise because of the air getting through.
New to my Confessions of a Pumping Mother series? Get caught up here.
Confession #31: Wednesday was the first time in two weeks that I was able to get in all three of my pumping sessions while at work. It was glorious. I don't know how you twice-a-dayers do it. Hats off to you!
Confession #32: Sometimes while doing my breast compressions, I accidentally squeeze the skin inside the breast shield, and it makes a farting noise because of the air getting through.
New to my Confessions of a Pumping Mother series? Get caught up here.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Confessions: Week 13
Confession #27: One time I accidentally sterilized my breast pump tubing. And it melted.
Confession #28: During my second pumping session on Thursday, Mrs. Right started bleeding....like a lot. I was reading my book when I looked down and saw a thick ring of blood in the breast shield tunnel; then I saw blood dripping down into the connector, pooling in the valve. ::gag:: I stopped pumping immediately, and, thankfully, no blood dripped down into the milk. Commence freak out. I called four lactation consultants (yes, FOUR, and not one of them answered), my OB, another breastfeeding momma (hi Stacy!), and my momma. My Momma Bear suggested that I call the pump manufacturer, and that's when I finally got my answer. Apparently my breast pump, The Swing, can only be used with one type of connector/pump body.... Meaning, my Medela Accessory Value Pack is proving to be less and less of a value.
Confession #29: Today marks one full week of no walk-ins while pumping. Hoorah! Maybe my barricade is working?
Happy Friday, dears! I hope everyone has a great weekend. If this is your first time visiting for my ohsobrilliant series Confessions of a Pumping Mother, you've got loads to catch up on!!
Confession #28: During my second pumping session on Thursday, Mrs. Right started bleeding....like a lot. I was reading my book when I looked down and saw a thick ring of blood in the breast shield tunnel; then I saw blood dripping down into the connector, pooling in the valve. ::gag:: I stopped pumping immediately, and, thankfully, no blood dripped down into the milk. Commence freak out. I called four lactation consultants (yes, FOUR, and not one of them answered), my OB, another breastfeeding momma (hi Stacy!), and my momma. My Momma Bear suggested that I call the pump manufacturer, and that's when I finally got my answer. Apparently my breast pump, The Swing, can only be used with one type of connector/pump body.... Meaning, my Medela Accessory Value Pack is proving to be less and less of a value.
Confession #29: Today marks one full week of no walk-ins while pumping. Hoorah! Maybe my barricade is working?
Happy Friday, dears! I hope everyone has a great weekend. If this is your first time visiting for my ohsobrilliant series Confessions of a Pumping Mother, you've got loads to catch up on!!
Friday, September 9, 2011
Confessions: Week 12
Confession #25: Sometime last month I decided to save some money and be (even more) environmentally friendly by storing my breast milk in bottles instead of bags. The switch has been great for the most part! We're saving $5.99 a week on bags and we've cut down on trash; and, my dad/Fallon/Cole also seem to appreciate the conversion as well. They no longer have to transfer breast milk to bottles (and risk spilling it all over themselves, the counter, and the floor - yes, they've done that a time or two).
Confession #26: After last week's confessions, I realized I needed to step up my game as far as keeping intruders out of my pumping lair.
So far it has actually stopped one person from coming in - those office chairs are heavier than they look! YAY for privacy! I've also started hanging a sign that says, "In Use, PLEASE Knock".
New to my confessions? Check out my other posts! And, while you're at it, maybe you've got some confessing of your own to do... Fess up, ladies!!!
Confession #26: After last week's confessions, I realized I needed to step up my game as far as keeping intruders out of my pumping lair.
So far it has actually stopped one person from coming in - those office chairs are heavier than they look! YAY for privacy! I've also started hanging a sign that says, "In Use, PLEASE Knock".
New to my confessions? Check out my other posts! And, while you're at it, maybe you've got some confessing of your own to do... Fess up, ladies!!!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Confessions: Week 8-11
Am I a terrible Catholic or what? Its been weeks since my last confession!!
ETA: Today marks my 3 month pump-iversary. Wowza!
Confession #22: I'm beginning to hate my right boob.
Confession #23: I'm beginning to hate pumping in general. Not so much that I'd ever think about quitting, but the flange situation combined with the general discomfort of pumping and the amount of time it takes me to pump....it can get frustrating some days...
Confession #24: Two weeks ago a MAN walked in on me pumping. I will never understand what would possess someone to open a closed door without knocking. And then that following weekend, at a friend's baby shower, three separate women walked in on me nursing Lulu. Granted I was in the purse room/office, but still, closed door!!
These confessions are part of a series that I started shortly after returning to work, Confessions of a Pumping Mother. My confessions range from ramblings to fun facts, to accidental mishaps (like this) and extreme pumping.
ETA: Today marks my 3 month pump-iversary. Wowza!
Confession #22: I'm beginning to hate my right boob.
Confession #23: I'm beginning to hate pumping in general. Not so much that I'd ever think about quitting, but the flange situation combined with the general discomfort of pumping and the amount of time it takes me to pump....it can get frustrating some days...
Confession #24: Two weeks ago a MAN walked in on me pumping. I will never understand what would possess someone to open a closed door without knocking. And then that following weekend, at a friend's baby shower, three separate women walked in on me nursing Lulu. Granted I was in the purse room/office, but still, closed door!!
These confessions are part of a series that I started shortly after returning to work, Confessions of a Pumping Mother. My confessions range from ramblings to fun facts, to accidental mishaps (like this) and extreme pumping.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Confessions: Week 7
Confession #19: I beat that crazy lady to the conference room! I turned the corner and cut her off (accidentally, of course), and all but ran to get to the conference room before her.
Confession #20: When I pump it feels like my nipples are slowly being split open. Me no likey.
Confession #21: I only put Lucy to the breast twice yesterday. That is just how little I saw her. Part of that is my fault, because we had to reschedule our date night from Friday to Thursday, BUT that ten hour work day isn't helping the situation.
These confessions are part of a series that I started shortly after returning to work, Confessions of a Pumping Mother. My confessions range from ramblings to fun facts, to accidental mishaps (like this) and extreme pumping. Did you miss last week's confessions?
Confession #20: When I pump it feels like my nipples are slowly being split open. Me no likey.
Confession #21: I only put Lucy to the breast twice yesterday. That is just how little I saw her. Part of that is my fault, because we had to reschedule our date night from Friday to Thursday, BUT that ten hour work day isn't helping the situation.
These confessions are part of a series that I started shortly after returning to work, Confessions of a Pumping Mother. My confessions range from ramblings to fun facts, to accidental mishaps (like this) and extreme pumping. Did you miss last week's confessions?
Friday, July 29, 2011
Confessions: Week 6
Confession #15: I cannot eat while I pump or breastfeed. I just can't. It makes me uncomfy. I know that my tuna sandwich isn't going to go directly into my breast milk...but still...its weird. And I think eating while breastfeeding is just rude. Excuse me, Lulu, I'd rather eat my popsicle than stare into your dreamy eyes.
Confession #16: Miss Left put out 7 ounces this morning. You go girl!
Confession #17: If I am still working after this Christmas, I am first going to kick and scream, and then I'm going to buy a new DOUBLE breast pump.
Confession #18: I splurged and bought myself two new breast shields yesterday. I bet your jealous, huh? Don't be. After buying, and then using, these breast shields I realized they were the wrong size. Awesome.
Did you miss last week's confessions? You poor thing! Go! Go read them all NOW!
Any of my pumping momma friends out there want to confess? Now's the time!
Confession #16: Miss Left put out 7 ounces this morning. You go girl!
Confession #17: If I am still working after this Christmas, I am first going to kick and scream, and then I'm going to buy a new DOUBLE breast pump.
Confession #18: I splurged and bought myself two new breast shields yesterday. I bet your jealous, huh? Don't be. After buying, and then using, these breast shields I realized they were the wrong size. Awesome.
Did you miss last week's confessions? You poor thing! Go! Go read them all NOW!
Any of my pumping momma friends out there want to confess? Now's the time!
Friday, July 22, 2011
Confessions: Week 5
Confession #11: I wish that I could pump at my desk, I'd rock a hands free pump and all. I'd get so much more work done!
Confession #12: The very first thing I do when I sit down to pump, in the office and at home, is take my shoes off.
Confession #13: (more of a fun fact than a confession) the skin on and around your breasts - like your arm pits (!) - may become itchy during let down. Just another fun sign of a healthy let down. Happens to me quite often thankyouverymuch.
Confession #14: I call my dad and/or Fallon three times a day, during every pump break, for an update on Goose. This annoys the hell out of my dad, but Fallon humors me. Hey! It preserves my sanity, ok?!
Update on Auntie: She was discharged from the hospital Thursday night, after some exploratory and minor surgery. She is doing MUCH better!
Confession #12: The very first thing I do when I sit down to pump, in the office and at home, is take my shoes off.
Confession #13: (more of a fun fact than a confession) the skin on and around your breasts - like your arm pits (!) - may become itchy during let down. Just another fun sign of a healthy let down. Happens to me quite often thankyouverymuch.
Confession #14: I call my dad and/or Fallon three times a day, during every pump break, for an update on Goose. This annoys the hell out of my dad, but Fallon humors me. Hey! It preserves my sanity, ok?!
Update on Auntie: She was discharged from the hospital Thursday night, after some exploratory and minor surgery. She is doing MUCH better!
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| Love you, Sissy! |
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Confessions: Week 3 & 4
Were you missing your weekly confessions last week? I sure was!
You'd think having only worked 2.5 days last week, I wouldn't have much to confess. Well you'd be wrong, my dears! To make up for my absence....EXTRA confessions!!!
Confession #6: (unrelated to breastfeeding) I stopped wearing make up after Lucy was born. Not sure if that makes me a feminist or just lazy.
Confession #7: There is an obscene amount of breast milk on the conference room table.
Confession #8: When getting dressed in the morning, I have to ask myself, Can I yank my boob out easily in this top?
Confession #9: It happened...my biggest fear...someone walked in on me pumping last week. AND after she realized what I was doing, she still asked if she could use the phone in the conference room. ::smacks head:: NO! No you cannot, lady!!!
Confession #10: I have to walk by the office candy bowl every time I go to pump, and every time I need to tell myself, NO! Two pounds, TWOOO pounds!!!
Have you entered to win your custom canvas print yet? The GIVEAWAY ends tomorrow!!!
You'd think having only worked 2.5 days last week, I wouldn't have much to confess. Well you'd be wrong, my dears! To make up for my absence....EXTRA confessions!!!
Confession #6: (unrelated to breastfeeding) I stopped wearing make up after Lucy was born. Not sure if that makes me a feminist or just lazy.
Confession #7: There is an obscene amount of breast milk on the conference room table.
Confession #8: When getting dressed in the morning, I have to ask myself, Can I yank my boob out easily in this top?
Confession #9: It happened...my biggest fear...someone walked in on me pumping last week. AND after she realized what I was doing, she still asked if she could use the phone in the conference room. ::smacks head:: NO! No you cannot, lady!!!
Confession #10: I have to walk by the office candy bowl every time I go to pump, and every time I need to tell myself, NO! Two pounds, TWOOO pounds!!!
Have you entered to win your custom canvas print yet? The GIVEAWAY ends tomorrow!!!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Confessions of a Pumping Mother: Week 3
Confession #6: Mrs. Right produces a lot less than Mrs. Left. I'd venture to say about half as much... I'm actually a little embarrassed for her.
Confession #7: (completely unrelated to breastfeeding) I actually prefer my Infantino carrier to the Moby wrap. Gasp!
Confession #8: It finally happened...twice actually...someone was in my makeshift mothers room when I needed to pump. I ended up in an empty cubicle on the unoccupied portion of our floor....verrrry awkward, to say the least.
Maybe confession #5 jinxed me.....
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Confessions of a Pumping Mother: Week 2
Confession #3: I am terrified of someone walking in on me while pumping. I used to sit in front of the door, as a human barricade, but then my pump batteries died....so now I sit near the electrical outlet, opposite the door.
Confession #4: I find pumping to be mildly uncomfy.
Confession #5: I worry that this abandoned room used to be someone's secret hiding place before I converted it to a Mothers Room. I dread the day that I walk into the room and someone else is already in there.
Confession #4: I find pumping to be mildly uncomfy.
Confession #5: I worry that this abandoned room used to be someone's secret hiding place before I converted it to a Mothers Room. I dread the day that I walk into the room and someone else is already in there.
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