D and Miss S proposed to me on Saturday - my birthday and first mother’s day weekend. It was beautiful, it was a surprise and something I wanted so bad. It was perfect. I said YES. yes yes yes yes yes!
(oh and by the way…the ring is perfect too! Beautiful in fact and we never ever talked about rings before. He just knew.)
This has finally been “my year”. I have been waiting a long time for it to come.
I thought I was going to breeze through this whole nursing thing - no problems - no nothing, but yeah…no. I got a clog the other night. For most of the day at work I was trying to pump but not much was coming out on one side - and that side is my champion - my number 1 milk producer. My lazy boob was far surpassing the drippage of my nomally star preformer. By the end of the day it dawned on me that it wasn’t the pump that was acting up, but my actual boob. When Miss S couldn’t even suck the lump out of me I knew it was time to hit the books. I had D do an internet search for me while I frantically squished and mushed the crap out of my beloved breast. D quickly found the answer for me though - The White Dot! They all say to look for the white dot! Apparently you can see the clog if you stare at your nipple - it will show itself int he form of a tiny white dot. Well friends your whole nipple is one big white dot as milk is bubbling out of it. But there we were - me sitting on the toilet, D on the tub scrutinizing my nipple with sterilized needle in hand randomly poking it with the needle. I got a say - nothing can turn your stomach sour faster than your love eye level with your nipple, but not with laviscious thoughts in mind, just determination to find the dot and stab it with the needle. D poked around a bit, and he was gentle, but nothing seemed to work. With another quick search we found that it helps to soak your breat in a bowl of water so I sat on the couch hunched over a steaming giant coffee mug of hot water with my boob dunked in. It worked though! Ten minutes later the water had drawn the white dot up to the surface and with a quick prick, by my steadier hand, I was free! I tested my work by lightly squeezing the sore breast and knew I was home free when milk went shooting across the coffee table. Just thought I’d share…..
It’s not a secret to anyone at work that I am a nursing mom so therefore need to lock myself in my office three times a day to “take care of business”. In fact it is often the subject most joked about at work. My assistant reminds me everyday if I’m late for one of my pumping sessions. What freaks them out the most though is through the whirring of the machine the faint sound of me typing. I have managed to find a way to hold both bottles somewhat securely in place while doing a little henpeck typing with the free hand (mostly I’m playing solitaire). The only thing that makes this whole business somewhat bareable is having my own office and the fact that my office is all women except for one man- the owner.
Yesterday he caught me….Milk in hand. Normally I pump and store the milk in a cooler I keep in my office but on this day my freezer pack was defrosted so I had to hide the milk in the fridge. I had just finished pumping and timed my exit from my office with what I thought was him, the boss man, entering the conference room for a meeting, but in fact he was standing outside my door. I came out ready to hustle down the stairs with my two bottles of milk, but instead saw him and did some kind of wierd hop step dance to get back into my office to hide the milk before he came in. He was right on my heels though so by the time I got behind my desk (which is just an ikea desk - table-top on legs so not much coverage) to try to hide the bottles, there he was. He started to ask me a work question, then saw what I was holding and made this cringing face. If you know me, then you’ll know that I tend to make any embarrassing situation just a bit worse by throwing in some inappropriate humor. So when I saw him cringe I quickly put the bottles behind my back and stated “Don’t Look at My Milk!” ugh…yeah…you would have thought that would have sent him away, but instead he continued to talk to me about work. My face flaming, I stood there with my freshly pumped milk behind my back, and talked numbers.
good times.
