Remember how I was raving about my pumping room?
I’m so over it now.
I resent being interrupted three times a day. I have a million things to do, and the room doesn’t have a computer, and I have to trudge all the way to the end of the hall and up 33 stairs and waaaah.
Then I think of the women who have to pump in a closet or a bathroom or the nurse’s office, and I realize how lucky I am. I’m the only person who uses that room. If I’m feeling lazy, I can leave the pumping equipment in the sink to wash later. I could leave milk in the refrigerator or freezer for weeks. There’s a TV and several comfortable chairs. I could even take the damn elevator.
It’s the whole pumping thing I’m tired of, I guess. I’m thoroughly sick of it, and the end is nowhere in sight. It’s not the room’s fault.
Okay, okay, the forced break is good. It gets me away from my desk and helps clear my head. I’m able to prioritize my to do lists, re-think current challenges, and imagine what nature of aggravation the Tormentors are afflicting on Bump. Sometimes I call them just to hear Lumpyhead holler "Hiya Mama!" in the general direction of the phone.
And sometimes, I turn the TV away from CSPAN or CNN. If I had a computer up there, pumping time would be used to catch up on blogs, but honestly, who wants to read you stupid people when Judge Alex is on?
Okay, it's not so bad. And is it just me, or does "schmumping" sound like something dirty?
11 comments:
You are well within your rights to be "over" the whole pumping thing. Seriously, as good as they have tried to make those machines, they are still pretty infernal.
But hang in there, and don't be afraid to change the channel on the TV!
When my wife was pumping, I don't know who was more tired of it, her or me. It was a drain.
Schmumping sounds like a euphemism for a sex you can't describe.
I was so F-ing sick of pumping by the time I gave it up, and I had my office to myself with a door. It's just so tedious. And I felt like a machine. I thought Petunia would be so traumatized when I quit, but she took like formula like a pig to shit! I wondered why I waited so long to quit.
You're probably thinking of "schtumping", which is rude...
I didn't get into pumping - I had a little hand pump which was a total pain to use and only ever produced about 3 mls of breastmilk and very tired hands.
I have to tell you, I don't know how you do it! Work, pumping, babies...amen sister!
Nope. It sounds dirty.
I stopped pumping last month (when Monroe was 10-months old) and I don't miss it for a minute. I do feel a slight pang of guilt when I see the unused pump sitting in the corner of my office - but he's still nursing a lot at night & in the morning - so I think he's getting plenty of the good stuff.
Shoot. Grammar police. I just re-read my post & see that it reads as though I'm nursing the pump at night and in the morning, not my son. Ahhh, well, you know what I mean.
I used to pump during the People's Court.
Schtumping? I know what Schtupping is, but I am not familiar with schtumping. off I go to the Urban Dictionary...
We have a pumping room here where I work.
Pros: you get away from your area. You can watch TV. You are not interrupted.
Cons: you are away from your area, and thus cannot pump & work at the same time. You have to make time to leave your area & go pump. There is no computer. One person generally uses it at a time, although there is seating in there for like 6 pumpers. If someone else is already locked in there--you're SOL until they return the key.
So, I started pumping at my desk. Until SOMEONE COMPLETELY FREKED OUT & said that I had to pump in the pumping room & it was inappropriate for me to expose my breasts in my office. (which has no windows, one door & a lock.)
WTF?
As you know I work with nurses, so when I was pumping they never had any qualms to interrupt: "hi, it's just me! can I ask you a question?" I finally took over an administrator's unused office but only for a couple months before I threw in the towel after 8 months.
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