I walked into the office today, without a certain bag that has been attached to me since maternity leave ended.
This certain device... contraption... that is the mark of a nursing and working mom.
Have you guessed it?
Yep, it's also sometimes called....a pump. And not the kind you use to fill up your car with gasoline.
There is nothing... I repeat... NOTHING... fun about pumping. I could try to be positive and say something like, "it's better for the baby".... but I can't make the jump from that statement to the pump.
Closing doors, "escaping" and "hiding" in various restrooms and/or mom-friendly places (family restroom at the airport, mother's room when visiting a vendor's offices, etc) - SO. NOT. FUN.
So today? I'm feeling a little more free.
I'm still going to "try" doing the nursing thing in the mornings and evenings. And even though the pump didn't come to work with me today, I may wind up bringing it with me if I travel for any length of time.
But... at least for today... I feel like a free woman. Not that I'm totally "back" to being myself again - but I feel like I'm one step closer along the journey.
