What is this woman's problem? Anyone who smiles like that while attached to a breast pump has something seriously wrong with them.This week I joined the ranks of pumpers - women who willingly hook themselves up to these things and allow themselves to be milked like cows. I have never done anything in my entire life that has made me feel quite as ridiculous and un-sexy as this horrible contraption.
All I can say is that Jack is lucky he's so darn cute...
*In response to Sean's question about what kind of pump I used:
I started with a hand pump, but didn't have much success. It took me 45 minutes to get a measly ounce of milk, half of which leaked out through the seal between the bottle and the pump. After much online research and a conversation with the nice women at the Mother Baby Center (www.motherbabycenter.org) I think I figured out what went wrong. I followed the directions that came with the pump that said to boil all of the parts before using it for the 1st time. Apparently, doing so warps the plastic, weakening the seals and reducing the suction. Of course you can't return it. Awesome. So, I rented a fancy electric hospital grade pump before deciding whether or not to shell out the $250 for my own. It's definitely worth it!
8 comments:
Whoa! So gross. The contraption that says, "You're not a woman anymore; you're a Mom!"
Love, Ali J.
I wonder if the person on the other line has any idea of whats going on there...
I know what you mean! The name Bessie never sounded so aweful! It is amazing what their cuteness and don't forget our instant, unwaivering and totally devoted love will allow us to endure!
Oh, and even after a few months, I'm still not smiling...but it is a little better...still not ready for any cow jokes though, just ask Chad!
What kind of pump do you have? Christen used a hand-powered pump the entire time she breast-fed Max (12 whole months!). With Jack we upgraded to an electric pump. Much more costly, but definitely worth every penny.
And where the heck is this woman? I'm half expecting Falcor form the Never Ending Story to swoop out of the whispiness in the background.
Shame that the good ol' wooden stool and steel bucket that is no longer good for industry, is no good for new moms either.
Either way, so long Jack is happy, it's good for us all.
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