As many of you know, I have chosen to nurse Isaac. While this has been extremely convenient up to this point, I got a taste of what life will be like providing sustinence for him when I return to work. Though pumping milk is not a difficult task, it can lead to some comedic events. For instance:
* A husband can walk in while you are in the process of pumping and all he has to do is say "Moo" and you suddenly recall how much you resemble a cow on a milking machine! (It's all in good humor and we both chuckle about the craziness of the contraption - I can only imagine how goofy it looks).
* While nursing is a convenient, free form of nutrition, it does provide for some very disgusting output on the opposite end of the body. I can officially say that Isaac has pooped on me. Not just a bit either.... Good thing we have taken up stock in SHOUT spray.
* Finally.... Pumping is intended to be done discretely. Thus, at training last week, I had to locate and use a classroom/hallway where it would be unlikely that someone would walk in on me. Mary (the trainer) was kind enough to allow me a comfortable space in the special education wing. On Monday, she showed me where I was going to be. It was great. There were rocking chairs and pillows. How Kind, I thought to myself. I took care of pumping and calling Chad to check on Isaac. Things were all good, until I tried to exit the hallway area. Umm... all the doors were locked! I literally could not exit the space. Thankfully, I had my phone right? Wrong. Mary did not answer her phone so I called the school's secretary. Yep the reception in that hall.... not so good! All she heard is that I was a nurse (not that I was nursing and where I had been to pump I was now locked in). Keep in mind - I am not familiar with the school. The secretary is demanding that I tell her what room I am in... I insist that I have no idea. This roundabout occurred for about 5 minutes. Finally, she sent the custodians to the wing and I continued shouting until they located me. The rest of the week I made certain that the door was either unlocked or propped open. All I can say is that I am sure this will not be the last time I do something embarrassing for my children. That is after all in the job description of a mom (parent) right?
This weekend Annie and Tristan came to visit. Tristan tested for the Papillion Fire Dept today. GOOD LUCK Tristan! We would love for him to get hired. He has been working so hard to make his dream job a reality. Isaac snuggling up with Uncle T
(Tristan - I hope you don't mind we call you Uncle
but as far as we're concerned you are part of the family!)
Being cheesy with Aunt Annie
Sportin my fire truck shirt to wish Tristan good luck!
Thanks for coming to visit guys!
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So is your sister thinking of moving to your area? That would be awesome for you =)
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