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February 12, 2008 – 3:46 pm
Ahh..
I have been busy my internets!
I have started at my new jobby. They have no PC for me, I am usually sitting at the desk of a coworker who is out of the office for the day - that sometimes does not happen so my PC access is spotty at best. So my blogging will be spotty at best. My boss, and her boss, are both mothers so the breast feeding has gone back to being a non-issue. It is refreshing to like the people you work with, they are such a small group of women, and they are all very cool interesting characters. And I love the whole
February 1, 2008 – 4:56 pm
So my job is being, suddenly… difficult about my pumping at work. We have moved to the new office in ‘Fa Fa Away’ land, and apparently it is smaller and has less space than the office we have left. They - and when I say they I mean my second line supervisor, wants me to pump in the bathroom…
(inset cricket chirp here)
I’ll respond to that in a sec.
I pump three times a day. Including once during my lunch hour. I forgo my breaks in favor of the time I spend pumping. I am discreet. My pump sounds like a small muffled yapping yorkie, but other than that there isn’t anything I can do to make this experience any less apparent to my co-workers or supervisors. I don’t have any requirements for the space I am asked to pump in except the basics.
That it be clean, and that it be sanitary, i.e. not a bathroom.
My reasoning, if you are willing to sit and have lunch in the stall next to me, I’ll make my kids lunch in there. No takers? Well then.
Not to mention that Missouri is one of the nifty states that protects my right to “feed my child in any public or private location where the mother is otherwise authorized to be.” Last time I checked I was authorized to be at work. They gave me a badge to get in with and everything.
So you can just imagine the colorful things I would like to say in response to this resistance.
The thing that ticks me off about this is that, I’ve been pumping, with no incident at all, for the last four months - I didn’t just magically decide to breastfeed this week. But apparently conflict was in the words of Mr. Smith - “Inevitable, Mr. Anderson.” Hopefully the office transfer comes through soon and I can hopefully find - more cooperative pastures else where.
October 29, 2007 – 3:56 pm
And its not so bad…
Ahh my faithful internets.
I am back at work today. And I miss my kid pretty tough.
But she is with my grandmother during the day so all is well. It has been a pretty good weekend and ironically I am not too upset about having to be back here at the jobby job. It’s a necessary evil, and forces me to be back on my game.
I’ve upped my wake up time, to five thirty. I’ve been waking up that early for a few weeks now prepping for the inevitable return to work. So this morning my body would not totally rebel when I tried to prod it up in the darkness of morning.
I woke up and made breakfast for my family, got myself
