1) Three oz so far today. Nine more to go. Le sigh.
2) I wish someone would do something crazy on the internet to entertain me.
3) Who the fuck names their baby “Blue Ivy?”
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5) It’s really creepy to me that my office has a one way mirror.
6) Why the milk from the left a different color than the right?
7) Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t spill!
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That’s better than my common thought, “Can’t you read the @#$#ing sign on the door? The one that says ‘If the door is closed DO NOT KNOCK’ with the stylized woman nursing? WHAT? Why are you trying the door knob? What is your PROBLEM? Damn students.”
Comedy central got me through my pumping times. It took a while for Stephen Colbert’s voice to not cause me to start leaking after I stopped.
LOL. Oh, the memory of calling my best girlfriend (who had an infant at the time as well) in tears and telling her “I just spilled a 5 oz bottle of milk all over the floor and I’m LITERALLY crying… crying over spilled milk. I can’t believe this.” Every pumping mom gets it, I’m sure. Pump ON, Isis, Pump ON!
Just don’t spill on your clothes after taking fenugreek to increase supply. That stuff stinks something awful.
Students! Ha! I tell a colleague that I’ll meet them for lunch in 20 mins. (My boobs are about to burst.) 15 minutes later, there’s a knock on the door. I ignore it. The knock comes again, more urgently. I pack everything up quickly to attend to the matter, and find my colleague out side my door, who heard the machine, and figured I was in. “What’s taking you so long?”
I also pumped with a one-way mirror in my office. I figured that if someone would happen to look, it would never happen again (naked boobs or not, pumping is not attractive!).
I spilled pumped milk twice- once on my apple computer keyboard. I had to replace the keyboard for ~$50.
re #3. Ivy isn’t bad for a name. “Blue” and Blue Ivy are a little fucked up though. For brief internet entertainment, go here:
http://gawker.com/5874304
Fishtronaut has an uncomfortably low level of water in his/her suit.
Dr. Isis, one side is chocolate, and the other is vanilla–didn’t they tell you at the hospital of the new developments in breastmilk?
Nicoleandmaggie, that bit about Stephen Colbert inducing letdown is a scream!
Dr. O, fenugreek is used in making imitation maple syrup. The one time I had a noticeable amount of it in a curry, my sweat was reminiscent of maple. I gather that’s not the scentproduced, in your experience?
Anon, those sale signs were a hoot. VERY engrish, indeed.
Blue ivy is more exotic than green ivy, I suppose?
I remember pumping in my office and reading the NY Times on line in the early days of the Internet. It got so my let down reflex was stimulated not by thoughts of my guzzling baby, but by seeing the Times logo.
@ Michelle – that is very funny. I used to read New Scientist while nursing, and had a pile of magazines on the coffee table beside my comfy chair and would get very irate if anyone touched them or changed the pages I had folded over, because I liked to just sit down with baby in one arm and pick up the article I was in the middle of during the previous feed.
Different colors? Any mastitis?
Oh, my – haven’t you heard? According to the crazies, it’s the end of times:
BLUE = Born Living Under Evil. IVY = Illuminati’s Very Youngest. YVI EULB = Latin name for Satan. So, apparently Beyonce’s daughter is actually Rosemary’s baby…
When I pumped, my pump sounded as if it’s mantra was
h u n – g r y, h u n – g r y.
By the way, I used to pump a lot, I was like a cow.
Once when out for afternoon meetings on a Friday, I realized I wasn’t going to get back to the office. I had to call to ask the office receptionist to please put my milk (which I kept in the office fridge) into the freezer so it would keep for the weekend. On Monday, I found a note she left me saying she thought the milk had gone bad. Turns out she’d never seen separated milk before. That story ran around the office for a bit.
I used to be able to pump in my little corner, but given the chance I used my boss’s office. I was in the habit of letting the pump run for a few minutes after I finished–hoping to keep moisture from building up–while I rinsed the parts. While I was rinsing, the pump pumping away in his office, he returned with some others for a meeting. As I walked in I heard him say that “We were making milk” while gesturing at the pump. I thought he was very good-natured about it all.
I had no idea breast milk could separate–it never occured to me.
My mother would freeze gallons of homogenized milk from the PX before my father left the service. I loathed that stuff when it was defrosted. It’s *very* different from unhomogenized whole milk that separates into cream and lower-fat milk–that stuff’s yummy.
Yeah, if I recall the liquid does not look at all like milk. It’s a bit yellow, too. Not very appetizing. But of course, that’s because we humans are used to looking at cow’s milk, not our own.