Monday, October 1, 2012


I hate pumping. 

I absolutely love breastfeeding. It's the most amazing, comfortable and nurturing thing I do for my baby. While it started off rough (omg was it hard) and we've had our setbacks, I love it. I love how easy it is, how healthy it is for her, and mostly how it feels to have her snuggled up against me while she eats.

That said. I hate pumping. I feel like I cow when I do it. In fact Drew will often make some sort of cow comment/sound if he's around while I do it. I also just don't feel comfortable. No, it doesn't hurt, but it's not the best feeling in the world. It also makes me focus on the numbers. As in ounces. When I nurse Fynn, I have no idea how much she gets, and that's cool because I know she's getting what she needs by her cues (and the fact that she's gaining weight). When I pump I see how much I actually get, and it's never really enough.

When Fynn takes a bottle she takes about 3 ounces... right now when I pump I get between 2 and 4. I'm trying to pump enough to make sure she has enough for daycare each day because I send 4 3-ounce bottles each day, but the days I have been back to work, I haven't pumped exactly that much, so it becomes all about upping my output and pumping more often.

Oh, have I mentioned how awkward it is at work? Yeah, because someone has to come in and cover my class when I go pump, and then I get to go down to the "milk room" which is reached by walking through someone else's office and into a large storage closet. The place itself isn't bad, just awkward to get to. About as awkward as walking down the hall with my pump. Yes, it's in a "discreet" little bag, but as no one carries bags around school, it stands out like a sore thumb.

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