As a working mom, I have a love-hate relationship with my breast pump. Actually, the love part is an overstatement, though I am grateful that I have the ability to continue nursing after returning to my full-time career.
I’ve never minded nursing my babies. In fact, for the most part I find it quite an enjoyable experience. But something about being hooked up to that plastic machine day after day can really wear on me.
After breastfeeding four kids with no more than an 8 to 10 week American maternity leave each time (sigh), I’ve racked up a lot of hours with a breast pump.
As part of my most recent breastfeeding journey, I took some time to reflect on these conflicting feelings about nursing as a working mom and my time with the breast pump. Inspired by meeting another mom in the elevator who had the same pump bag as me (we bonded – pumping sisters!), I’m sharing this reflection…
Dear Breast Pump,
We’ve been together a while now
Attached quite literally
I schlep you to work and back each day
You are my front seat passenger
And my office mate
A poor plastic substitute
For my sweet squishy child
Yet you keep the milk flowing
For my precious little one
For that I am grateful
I’ve washed your appendages
More than my babe
I awake at 3 am thinking,
“Should I use you?”
But I am never excited to
You’ve given me sweet relief one day
And painful clogged ducts the next
You’ve spent more time with my bosom
Than my husband ever has
We’ve traveled far and wide together:
A Broadway show,
An airplane bathroom,
A wedding (not mine),
That work conference,
More bathrooms than I care to count
I appreciate your ample battery
You are a faithful servant
A friend I love to hate
When your time is done,
Should I bury you in the back yard
Next to the guinea pig?
The working mom
Can you relate? What have you and your breast pump been through together? Share in the comments!